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“Did I get them all?” Steve fanned the air in front of his face. That was the fourth blast he had generated and each had been more powerful than the previous one. Cool! “Anything moving besides us?”
“Nay, lad.”
Breslin was poking several of the smoking carcasses. No signs of life anywhere. Suddenly remembering that their primary objective should be in the vicinity, the dwarf’s head jerked over to the last remaining cave. It had suffered a cave-in! Tons of rock had fallen from the ceiling, smashing everything flat!
“Lads! Behold! The last cave has been demolished!”
They approached the destroyed cave cautiously, waiting for the last bits of debris to clear the air. Steve sneezed. The dust kept tickling his nose.
“Think she made it out?”
Breslin approached the ruins of the guur queen’s lair. Nudging aside some of the smaller rocks, he let out an exclamation of surprise. He pointed at an object in the pile of rocks.
“Look there, lads. There can be no doubt. The female is no more!”
The two humans joined the dwarf by the pile of debris. There, protruding from beneath an enormous boulder, were two large smoldering insectoid legs.
The captain clapped Steve on the back.
“Ye did it, sir Steve! The female guur has been destroyed!”
“Let’s get the hell out of here. We need to let everyone know that we are alive and okay.”
“Agreed. Master dwarf, lead the way.”
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