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A missile whistles past your shoulder and embeds itself in the throat of the deadly Scree Wyrm. It is a razor-edged boomerang—Urik’s weapon. The Scree Wyrm convulses violently, hurling Hugi to the ground close by your feet. The little Kundi man waits patiently for the creature’s death-throes to cease before daring to retrieve his weapon. With a swift tug, he wrenches it free and kicks the lifeless carcass into the crevice from which it emerged.
