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And
suddenly, the Hunter was off-balance, was caught by surprise.
Across came
a sword, knocking both scimitars aside, and the Hunter went into a spin,
right-to-left. But Ad'non went to his right behind him, pressing the
attack, forcing him to run past or get skewered.
But there
was a wall there, Ad'non knew, and he smiled, for the devilish drow
renegade had nowhere to go. In Ad'non charged, both blades going for the
kill.
But the
Hunter was not there.
Ad'non's
blades clipped the bare stone, and he stopped suddenly, eyes wide.
"O cunning
Drizzt," he said as he figured out that Drizzt had gone right over him,
running up the wall and flipping a back somersault to stand behind him.
The scimitar
came slashing across just above Ad'non's shoulder, cleanly lopping off
his head.
Drizzt
glanced across the way to the two paralyzed elves and even started
toward them, just a step. But then, his anger far from sated, the Hunter
ran out of the cave and off into the night. He paused and glanced around
and saw the blue glow of his fairie fire along a slope to the west. His
eyes cast determinedly as if set in stone, the Hunter drew forth his
onyx figuring and called to Guenhwyvar.
The blue
glow still showed when the great panther materialized beside him, and
Drizzt pointed it out.
"Catch her,
Guen," the drow instructed. "Catch her and hold her for me."
With a
growl, the panther charged off into the night, gaining great expanses
with every mighty leap.
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