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definition to the terrain. Rocks, hills, cacti and sparsely vegetated trees. It was an elevated position. “I don’t know. I don’t feel right not fighting.”
    “You’ll know when we need you.” Georgio started shoving Lefty along. “I’ll holler for you.” 
    “But,” Lefty said, starting to object.
    Georgio was in full stride, curly hair waving like a banner behind his head.
    With Georgio out of the way, the jung and striders trotted onward, almost trampling Lefty.
    “Oh, don’t let me get in the way,” he said, deftly weaving outside of the ranks. “Go, fight that battle. I’ll be right here waiting for you.” He kicked at the dirt and took an easy gait toward the place the Georgio had pointed out. It was one of those issues, being a halfling. Most weren’t very fit for battle. He was good with a sling at least but lousy with a sword.
    Let the bigger people handle this.
    Being a halfling was great, except at times like this. In times of war it was useless. He took out his sling and unloaded a few stones. He found a foothold and climbed a tree. The view wasn’t too bad, but having the suns beating down on his face was miserable.
    Does it always have to be so hot?
    Seconds later, man and underling collided in a nasty clash of battle.
    Lefty winced.
    The first jung’s head had just left its shoulders.
    I wonder if Georgio’s head will grow back if it gets chopped off.
    Another bright light shined from the great sandcastle. Three great orbs filled with light seemed to drain the sun from the sky. An underling pointed a ray of light at the army from the parapet. Such close range would be nothing short of fatal.
    Suddenly, Boon floated up between the castle and the army. The beam was pointed straight at him.
    Oh no, what is he doing?
    ***
    Boon rose up from the ground, arms wide, blue robes billowing in the winds. “Come on, underlings! Fire! Fire on me now!”
    The underling aiming the great beam paid Boon little notice, keeping the beam focused on the army. The great mirrors charged with bright light and began to throb with more power. They all fed the tower in the middle. Any second they would turn loose the ray of heat that would level at least half the army.
    “Shoot me, underlings! Shoot me!” He floated in between where the apparatus was pointed and his army. “Shoot me, now!”
    A great beam of yellow and green light shot out and plowed full force into Boon’s body.
    “Ah!” Arms and legs spread wide, he shook underneath the awesome force. Teeth clattering, he let the beam that should have disintegrated him in an instant fill him. He was a conduit. A sponge. An angry underling-hating mage. Eyes filled with bright raging fire, he turned the power that fed him against the enemy. “Enjoy the heat, underlings!”
    Boon’s arms laced up with bolts of lightning that shot forth with scorching force. He unleashed the power on the apparatus that created it. Each mirror exploded into crystalline shards.
    Boom! Boom! Boom!
    Rays of light shooting from his arms, he turned it loose on every underling, on every parapet, and on every turret.
    They turned to flame. They screamed. Faces were on fire. They burned. Black skin bubbled and boiled. They tumbled over the walls of the sandy towers and screamed all the way down to their deaths.
    Power exhausted, weak of limb, eyes rolling up into his head, Boon said, “That was excellent.” His body and mind faltered. Floating above the fray, he plummeted into the raging battle below.

 
     
    CHAPTER 8
     
     
    “Shouldn’t we run?” Jubilee said.
    Men on horses were racing up the hill. Big men. Big Horses. A wave of terror.
    “Fogle!” she said again. “Do something!”
    “Yeah, do something!” Brak added.
    Fogle found himself transfixed by the scene. On the one hand, the band of people rushing up the hill weren’t underlings. On the other, they were clearly a sordid lot. Orcs, gnolls. Little good was ever found in any of them. Fingers itching at his