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"What's wrong?" Bruto asked doubtfully, "Isn't this fine?"
There was a 'splash' sound, and his shiny hammer twirled into the yellow-green sewage. The sewage was much stickier than it seemed, and it took two or three seconds for the hammer to sink.
"Ah, no worries, no worries, my hammer will fly back to me."
"That's exactly the problem," Eckmond reminded him with a somber tone.
A low buzzing sound arose as Bruto's hammer broke through the water's surface, carrying spattering yellow-green liquid, and shot straight towards its owner.
"No!!!!!" the Dwarf let out a miserable shriek, "Stop! You damn hammer! Don't come here!"
The hammer naturally could not understand its master's call. The magic affixed upon it made it automatically return to the owner's hand after hitting the target, or falling to the ground, or at least fly back to the original position from where it had been thrown.
