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"Fireball!" Lina shouted. The spell went straight into the Naga's face, blowing it up. Then she started swimming away again.
But now the ship was close enough for Phil to reach over, and he grabbed the collar of Lina's shirt, hauling her up into the boat. She was tossed unceremoniously onto the deck, and Phil set about tying her hands up.
"I wouldn't try that again, Printheth," Vrumagun said, squatting next to her.
Lina glared at him, and said, "Shut up you stupid, lisped, crazy, bald, fat, third-rate sorcerer!"
Frowning, Vrumagun gagged her, and stood up again.
Zel, back by the rudder, said, "He's gaining on us!"
Phil and Vrumagun ran to the stern, and looked out. "Incontheivable!" Vrumagun shouted.
"I wonder if he's using the same wind we are," Zel said thoughtfully.
"It doethn't matter," Vrumagun said. He turned and pointed. "He'th too late! Look! The Cliffth of Crazineth!"
Everyone looked up, and saw the huge, completely vertical cliffs rising up on all sides around them. Zel steered the boat up next to the cliffs, and everyone disembarked, Lina being carried by Phil completely against her will.
When they reached the cliff, Vrumagun, "Only we can go up our way. He'll have to thail around for hourth looking for a harbor."
They all faced the straight edge of the cliff. Hanging from the very top, and dropping to the ground was a long rope, but they ignored it. Zel and Vrumagun eached held one of Phil's arms, and Zel grabbed Lina's wrist with his other hand.
Together, Zel and Vrumagun said, "Ray Wing!" The four of them floated up the cliff easily. Zel happened to look down once, and stared. "He's climbing up after us!" he said incredulously.
Indeed, a man dressed all in blue had started climbing the rope. He was going very fast, too.
Vrumagun looked down as well, and shouted, "Incontheivable!" He looked up, and said, "We're almotht there! Hurry up!"
When they all reached the top of the cliff, Phil threw Lina over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She kicked at him, but it didn't do much. Vrumagun ran over to a large boulder, and started sawing through the rope with a dagger. He wasn't making much progress. Sighing, Zel walked over there, and cast a Flare Arrow. The rope broke in seconds, and disappeared over the edge of the cliff.
The three men walked over to the edge of the cliff, expecting to see a splotch on the rock that might possibly have been a person. What they saw instead was the man in blue grabbing onto an outcropping with both hands. The man in blue looked up at them, his expression blaming them for his current position. When he looked up, everyone saw that he was wearing a mask the same color blue as the rest of his outfit. Without a word, the man in blue reached up, found a hand hold, and pulled himself up.
"He's climbing!" Phil pointed out.
Vrumagun shook his head. "Incontheivable!" he shouted.
Zel rolled his eyes, and said to Vrumagun, "That word doesn't mean what you think it does."
Ignoring him, Vrumagun turned away from the cliff. "You," he said to Phil. "Bring the printheth. And you," he said to Zel. "I don't want him alive. If he fallth, good, if not, uthe the thword."
"I'm not going to use my enchanted blade," Zel said. "It would be unfair."
Throwing his arms up in exaperation, Vrumagun said, "Have it your way! Catch up with uth when he'th dead!" Then he ran off, away from the cliff, Phil carrying Lina following right behind him.