Catapult balls and ballista bolts charged down the avenue at them, laying waste, melting and impaling, and the carnage was made worse by the drow ranger with the recurved bow off to the side, as Drizzt Do’Urden let fly arrow after arrow, missiles made all the more powerful by the stalled horde of demons, for the arrows of Taulmaril blew through their first targets to score deadly hits on the next in line, and even the third on many occasions.
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