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Leesil let his legs buckle and the blade slide from Vordana's chest.
As he dropped, he twisted his wrists so that the blades came over the top of Vordana's forearms. Something hard jabbed his back through his hauberk as he hit the ground. He gave it no notice, and summoned all his strength to pull one leg up to his chest.
He used the weight of his own fall combined with the undead's grip. When Vordana began to topple toward him, Leesil kicked out into his abdomen.
Vordana rose up in the air, filmy eyes widened in surprise.
As the sorcerer flipped over Leesil's head, he slashed his blades outward in a last effort. Vordana slipped from sight, and Leesil lay prone and sweating on the wet ground.
Breath came with difficulty, as if his chest had no strength to rise and fall. Something still poked his back where he lay. His mind cleared, and he felt fingers still gripping his forearms inside the wings of his blades.
Leesil rolled to his side.
Bony hands were tightly latched on to his arms, but they weren't joined to anything. Only half the sorcerer's forearms remained, ending in cleanly sliced gray flesh and bone.
Leesil thrashed as he rolled to his knees, trying to dislodge the undead's hands. Their grip wouldn't release.
Vordana rose and stared at his own severed arms. No blood poured from the man's dead flesh. No tears of pain or anguish fell from his milky eyes. His voice called out through Leesil's head.
Bastard… half-blood!
Leesil kept fighting to breathe. How in this hellish land could he kill such a monster if its severed parts still obeyed its will? Taking its head was hopeless.
He slipped his left blade tip under the thumb of Vordana's hand still clinging to his right arm. Weakness rushed through his body, along with pain, as he felt Vordana begin to drain his life again. He slashed the digit off, and the hand fell away.
It hit the ground, fingers clawing air, and Leesil saw something shiny beside it.
His legs gave away under him, and he fell so quickly that his blade tips slid into the ground.
Half-pressed into the wet earth was a small brass urn, its top sealed with a whitish filling that might have been wax. Its chain had been split in half. The soft metal clink Leesil had heard at his first blow into Vordana's chest had been the chain severing on his blade's edge.
Leesil raised his head and saw Vordana coming for him. The sorcerer didn't seem aware that he'd lost the urn… didn't see it lying so close. Leesil knew he couldn't defend himself much longer, and he had to end this. If not by finishing this walking corpse, then at least by driving it off-as Wy
Vordana hesitated at the sight of sharp steel in the air before him.
And Leesil swung downward, letting go with all his weight behind the blades.
His left blade missed and buried in the soft earth up to his fist.
The right struck true.
A snapping puff of vapor issued as the urn split in half. It smelled of pepper and the scent burned in Leesil's nose, making his eyes water. The sensation of his life draining away ceased.
Leesil's fatigue started to fade, little by little, and he looked up at Vordana.
The sorcerer clenched exposed teeth as he stared at the urn's halves to either side of Leesil's blade.
No… no… no…
Over and over, the one word filled Leesil's head as he struggled to his feet.
Ubad!
Leesil lunged at Vordana. Whatever the urn preserved of the sorcerer's presence, its loss had undone his ability to prey upon the living.
Vordana's filmy eyes turned fully white. They collapsed inside their sockets, and Leesil slashed. Vordana raised the stump of his arm to shield himself. The blade hit, skidded along bone, and tore away rotting flesh.
Ubad! Master, save me!
At this outcry, Leesil's fear sharpened to replace his lost strength. He couldn't let the withered mage save this creature. Vordana's grayed flesh shriveled further and split in places to reveal yellowed bone. The undead sorcerer decayed before Leesil, but it was not enough to satisfy him. He chopped down into Vordana's head.
The sorcerer crumpled to ground, still writhing with a spilt in his skull, and Leesil fell upon him, striking again and again.
When Leesil finally stopped, he was panting in exhaustion. He rose to his feet, wavered there, and stared down at the unrecognizable remains of Vordana's head. With one kick, he scattered the rotted pieces into the forest.
"Come back from that, if you can," he gasped out.
Now he had to find Wy
A high-pitched scream carried through the forest from a distance.
"Wy
Leesil snatched up the still-glowing topaz, and stumbled through the trees.
Wy
The glimmers of the ghosts were gone, and she had fled so quickly, there had been no time to pick up her cold lamp from the cavern floor. Even the moon was hidden somewhere above the thick forest canopy. All she saw was the silent dark forest.
No ghostly translucent spirits. No thin trails of white in the air that pierced her with cold pain. And no Leesil.
"Leesil?" Wy
He was nowhere to be seen, and she had no idea which direction she had run-which direction to turn and search for him. The sound of Wy
"I am not lost," she told herself.
If she could not find Leesil, then Magiere and Chap would come. Chap could track her… if those two had escaped the cavern.
Magiere had been so angry when the communion with her mother had ended. Ubad's suggestive words of her greater purpose only fed fuel to her rage. Wy
Her thoughts were cut short by thrashing in the forest.
Neither Leesil nor Chap would ever make so much noise. Perhaps Magiere? But wouldn't Chap lead her in a more stealthy fashion?
Wy
She fumbled with the crossbow, trying to cock and load it. The figure pushed through a tangle of low branches, not bothering to hold them aside from whipping at its body and face.
Even in the darkness, Wy
Wy
The second seaman's face pushed through a curtain of moss, green strands tangling on the stained teeth in its open mouth. Filmy eyes stared blindly ahead as it slashed at her with its saber.
Wy
The garlic-soaked quarrel struck the dead seaman's stomach as his saber split bark where she'd crouched a moment before. The first seaman closed in from the other side, its clumsy feet stomping the wet earth.
Wy