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Toren and Strom continued their hail of rocks, having quickly run out of hammers and axes to throw. One of the soldiers paused to nock an arrow and fire at the two. It flew through the air and thunked into the shoulder of Strom, who snarled as he snaped the shaft off.

"Git that cus!" Stom snarled.

Both dwarves stood and hurled their last remaining rocks at the archer. Stroms knocked the bow away, while Toren's caved in the head of the archer. A wry smirk appeared on his face as he looked at Strom.

"Git their attention. I be wit ye in a sec." He instructed.

Strom nodded and stood, pulling his hand axes from his belt and stepping out from the safety of the overturned wagons. He spun the deadly blades slowly.

"C'mon ye mongrels. come an git me!" He taunted.

The soldiers obliged and charged for him. As they approached, a loud, ear splitting crack came from behind the wagons. Out from behind stepped Toren, holding a rather large wooden wagon wheel.

"Catch!" He yelled as he hurled the wheel like a giant disk. Caught off guard, the troops reacted too late, the heavy wooden wheel slamming into group. Only three were aloof enough to avoid the wheel and they advanced on Strom and Toren. The bald dwarf picked up his heavy maul and spun it once, then twice, then a third time. As the head of the weapon completed its third circuit, it smacked into the head of one of the humans, shattering his skull. With the momentum built up, Toren continued to spin the weapon, using it to move himself forward, altering the direction to bring it down on the shoulder of another, just as Strom's first axe cut into the man's side. Leaving the weapon imbedded temporarily, Strom ducked under the poorly aimed slice of the third man and brought his remaining axe up, splitting the man from groin to neck.

"To Armin!" Toren said, holding his maul in two hands.

Strom nodded and wrenched his other axe free. Then the two charged towards the large group that had Haldis, Armin and Wil surrounded. The two crashed through the ring of humans, and joined the other three dwarves in their circle. The five dwarves continued the counterclockwise motion, constantly moving and changing targets, defending each other and in general making life very difficult for the brigands. As Armin's axe cut down another soldier, a slice from his companion tore the blade free. Undeterred, he pulled a flail and mace from his battle harness and continued, smashing the side of the man with the flail, then cracking his jaw with the mace. As he stepped to his left, his eyes widened. Pouring from another tunnel was another group of soldiers.

"Kendrac!! We need yer magics, boy!" He yelled, ducking a spear thrust.

Kendrac and Rom were making quick work of their remaining opponents. Kendrac was trying to gore one of the soldiers when Armin's call came. He looked up and blinked.

"Mooooo?" He uttered as he saw the reinforcements approaching. He started towards them, but was brought up short by a jab to his side from a sword.

"OWIEE!!" he shrieked and began chasing the man, snorting , rather bull like.

"KENDRAC!!!" Armin shouted. "Quit yer playin!"

The blond minotaur/dwarf skidded to a halt and giggled. The man he was chasing stopped as well when he heard the giggle and looked back only to see the little creature weaving his furry hands around and chanting.

Me likes to run and jump and drink
and licks da gravy from me dishes

But when I get ta cooks da meal
it ends up burned into a crisp...

With assuredness, he thrust his hands forwards towards the man who flinched, but then laughed out loud as he saw that nothing happened.

"Hmmm...ahhh!..." Kendrac giggled

...es!

With a nod, the little dwarf finished the rhyme and a large flaming sphere appeared next to him. Kendrac looked at it, and pointed at the man, who's eyes were now wide with fear.

"Go get im!" Kendrac instructed, and the sphere rolled after the man. The soldier dropped his sword and ran for the tunnels leading the surface, the sphere in hot pursuit. Kendrac then looked to the reinforcements coming from the tunnel and scratched his chin. With a giddy clap of his hands, he skipped towards them. As Rom bowled his way though the men surrounding the other dwarves and takes his place in the circle, Kendrac stood between them and the charging reinforcements. He raised his arms and spoke once more.

If da doors go 'squeek', like Rum's stinky feet
den ya never sneak around!

Grabs a big ol glop, and a smelly mop
and ye falls down on the ground!

The ground beneath the charging men became slick as a coating of grease covered the groud. The soldiers as a group began to stagger, slip, then fall. They try and try to stand, only to fall once more. Kendrac giggled even louder as he watched the hapless men. He then tilted his head shaking a finger at a few that were making their way to the edge of the slippery floor. With a grin, he spoke once more.

There once was a man from Nantucket
And Rum stuck his head in a bucket

Him runs around, wavin his pan all around,
but we all know cold falls to da ground.

As he motions, a large wall, made of ice appears, parallel to the ground thirty feet above the struggling soldiers. Kendrac wiggles his fingers at the men as the heavy wall crashes to the ground, crushing the reinforcements. He wiped his hands together and looks back at the circle of dwarves to check their progress.

"Hee Hee Hee! Splat!"