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And I probably would have done that fairly easily, if it hadnt been for the fact that a chimera slammed into the shell around me, and when I opened my eyes I found myself face to face with the lolling, foaming mouth and rolling eyes of a madman. His hands scrabbled at the surface, and I saw that the sand was ripping at him viciously. Id seen a man stripped of skin once, in a storm like this, and as I saw the first raw patches appear on his body, I felt my stomach clench in nausea.
I couldnt help him, whoever hed once been. He was gone. And this thing that wanted to take a piece out of me wasnt in any way human.
The scorpion tail drove down, hit the hard shell around me, and snapped its stinger off. The chimera howled and lost its footing. The dust devil blew it away into a maelstrom of sand and debris, and I concentrated on Oversight, examining the structure of the twister hovering over me. It was a perfect little engine of destructioncolder air whipping down and heating itself as it moved faster and faster in its spiral, then the hot air blasting up like a furnace through the center of the devil to the sky, where it cooled and spiraled back down. A perfect marvel of physics.
But this onethis one was no accident of nature. This one was being held together by an iron will, and when I tried to break it, it was like hitting a bank vault door with a toy hammer. Someone wanted to kill me, badly.
And I thought I knew who it was.
I kept the shield in place and straightened up. I started at a walk, well aware that I was going to exhaust the oxygen content of the air in this shell in less than a minute once I started ru
The dust devil stayed on top of me, blinding me, slamming me with debris and scouring sand that whipped at killing speeds. I broke into a jog. It paced me.
I kicked it to a run, lungs burning from more than effort now. I could feel my energy dropping, and the danger was that as I used up my available air I was going to start losing focus. Losing focus meant losing the protection of the windshield, and that meant Id die.
No. There had to be a way. There had to be.
I realized that I was breathing too hard, and getting too little. That hadnt taken long. A headache was already starting to form, and my legs were informing me that any step now might be the last I was going to take.
I dropped the shield, sucked in a dust-laden breath, closed my eyes, and dropped flat on the hot pavement. The dust devil screamed as it closed over me, clearly sensing triumph, and I tried not to scream as it battered me with raw fury.
When Id hyperventilated enough, I put the shield back in place and ran on. Id only gotten a few steps when the dizziness started. I couldnt keep this up.
I crouched down again, grabbed my pack and opened it, groped inside, and found the one Dji
I thumbed off the cork.
A rush of black mist, and hidden in it I saw sharp angles and edges and alien geometries. Ve
Ashan, I gasped, and spat out a mouthful of sticky dirt. Hes out there. Go get him.
I couldnt tell if she knew what I was saying, or if she sensed his presence, but she let out a shriek that vibrated at the very limits of my hearing, and disappeared.
Seconds later the dust devil collapsed in a confusion of sand and clattering license plates, barbed wire, and pieces of broken brush. Its demise left drifts of brown sand and chips of red sandstone littering the road in concentric circles around me.
I dropped the shield and spent the next several seconds just breathing. My whole body was shaking with effort, and sitting down seemed to be the only thing to do, really.
Down the road, about a hundred yards away, Ashan was screaming. Ve
I coughed and tasted blood. The bottle was in my hand, and the cork was dangling, ready to be slammed back in place. All I had to do was recall Ve
Ashan screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and I didnt call Ve
It broke up into mist, tooblack, greasy mist that turned gray, then white, and reformed around the body of a small girl in a pinafore dress, crumpled on the pavement.
Ve
But not Ve
She didnt get up. I pulled her into my lap and held her, and she felt like a child, like any child. Her arms slowly rose and went around me, and I felt her body start to shake.
I realized after a few more seconds that she was speaking, very softly. Her voice was a thin, anxious thread. I didnt want this. He was my brother; I didnt want this. . . .
Ashan was dead, killed in one of the only ways possible for a Dji
Until I looked back, and saw more chimeras coming.
Ven, I said then, and nudged her head off my shoulder. Ve
Her eyes cleared a little, and she regained some of the distance and poise that I was used to seeing in her. Joa
I had to, I said. You were Ifrit. You could have killed David.
She nodded slowly, processing the information, and then turned her head to look at the oncoming group of chimeras scuttling up the road toward us. She frowned. Those arent right, she said, and extended her hand. One by one, the creatures blew up in gouts of blood and some kind of pale fluid. It was nauseating, but effective. In seconds, not one of them remained.
Ve
She stared at me with Dji
I should have seen that coming, but somehow, I didnt. I blinked at her, and bit back an automatic, and utterly suicidal, congratulations. Im sorry, I said instead. I had to do something.
Yes, she said, and looked moodily out at the land around us. Yes, I can see that. Shes trying to reach me, but she cant as long as you have me anchored in the bottle. My power flows through you.
Ve
She made some kind of decision, and stood up. I waited as she dusted off her dressnot that it would ever get dirty. She could just be moving away so that she wouldnt be splashed with my gore when she exploded me.
Yeah, I try to look on the bright side.
Are you going to sit there? she said. Or do you want to see Lewis?
I want to know what happened to David, I said. Something must have. He would have come back for me.
Yes, she agreed. Thats in his nature. Come. She extended her small hand, and pulled me to my feet with such ease she might as well have been a linebacker. When I started to drop the grip, she held on.