Mixed with her terror was a twinge of regret. Her spear was one of her last links to her homeland, had seen her through many rocky times, and she felt naked without it. And even though she was doing it to save her life, she felt like a vandal burning these old books. Worse, she could tell that it was not effective. The kobolds were craftily staying out of her reach, knowing that her fuel supply would exhaust itself. She was blocked from the ladder, and it was doubtful that she could jump up to the low rung of the ladder in any case. For some reason, Belboz was unable to help. She stopped throwing the books. If she were going to die, she was at least going to do it well. This meant that she was going to die impassively, and die fighting. She opened her pouch and swallowed a green pill. There would be some pain, but this might deaden it, and allow her to think clearly. Without a spear, she instinctively clutched a book in each hand, so that she would have something, however ineffective, between her and the kobolds. Then she spead her wings out to their full length. The black wings were nearly invisible in the dim light, but Belboz thought that she could easily be mistaken for a fierce demon. Then she charged the kobold nearest to the ladder, hoping that she could use her superior agility to outmanuever him and reach the bottom rung of the ladder. She sang a passage from the Glideri War Epic as she charged, defying the noisy, cacophonous shreiks of the kobolds with the grand, powerful, and grave melody of the Epic. The jaded Belboz felt a slight surge of excitement, as he had never heard anything quite like it.
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