Renato finally understood why Balin had told him to hold it steady.
The Old Dwarf plummeted from above, carrying all his momentum with him. Blue-white lightning coiled around the Runes Warhammer, tracing a dazzling arc through the air.
The Warhammer struck the Black Arrow in Renato's hands with perfect precision.
Under the blow of Balin's Warhammer, most of the Black Arrow sank in at once, leaving only its tail exposed.
The instant the mournsteel pierced the Deep Dragon's brain, its limbs stopped obeying it.
Astr astride the dragon's head, Renato felt his eardrums ache from Gattholex's screams.
The Deep Dragon's enormous body began to fall. With nothing left to hold on to, Renato was flung off by the dragon's dying struggles and hung suspended in midair.
Wind howled past his ears, and the fires below spun through his vision. Though a Feather Fall scroll hung at his waist, he had no time to recite the incantation and use it.
Renato swore that once he had money, he would commission someone to copy Reggie's invention: a scroll that attached to armor and could be used at any moment.
Just as he adjusted his posture, bracing to hit the floor with his body, a telekinetic force suddenly caught him and slowed his descent.
His fall slowed considerably. By rolling as he landed, Renato shed some more of the impact. When he stood, he was surprised to find himself unharmed, with only a slight numbness in his hands.
Not far away, the Old Dwarf, who had landed face-first, jumped to his feet as well. Balin spat out mud, cursing all the while.
The Old Dwarf seemed none the worse for wear either.
Klauthsura floated down after them, the psionic glow fading from its eyes.
It seemed the Mind Flayer had helped them with