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You grip the sun-sword in both hands and strike out at the bolt as it surges towards your chest. There is a terrific jolt and a splash of white sparks as the sword deflects the bolt, sending it screeching back along the corridor. It explodes among the reptilians with an ear-splitting crack, destroying them and their weapon and scattering their burning remains all over the walls and floor. You cover your face with your cloak and run, head down, through the billowing smoke and flames to a clearer section of the corridor beyond.
