The Raven Collection

Evu

Auum muttered a short prayer. Evu

Ahead, Evu

Auum increased his pace. More cursyrd were flying at them from the direction of the college. He ducked under a reaver that flew at his head. It came back for a second pass. He crouched again. This time, the reaver landed ahead of him, sensing his slight isolation and seeing his burden. It hissed at him, spreading its arms and wings in challenge.

In Auum’s arms, Duele moved weakly and coughed blood. He was broken, his soul a mere touch away from being taken. Auum felt the disgust on his tongue. Duele was being targeted like the weak of a herd by its predators. Not Duele.

‘You know nothing of our strength,’ said Auum, covering the space between them, accelerating all the way.

He planted his right foot, half turned and struck out with his left. The blow caught the cursyrd on its extended knee, driving the joint backwards. He felt sinew snap and bone crack. The creature screamed, collapsing to its right. Auum followed up, his knee thudding up under its chin as it fell, forcing lower teeth through upper lip.

He didn’t pause. Those behind would finish it before it had time to heal. He ran on after Evu

But the demons would not allow the situation to continue. Dozens, hundreds of reavers had now gathered, interspersed with strike-strain. They curved up into the sky, turned and dived, along the length of the street.

‘Yniss preserve us,’ breathed Auum. But not even Yniss could counter this. ‘Evu

The Al-Arynaar scattered left and right but they were all going to be too late. Auum prayed again. This time, his plea was answered.

Spells washed across the sky, dashing cursyrd into the sides of buildings. Cold air swept above his head, shattering wings and freezing bodies. Reavers and strike-strain plummeted down. The attack disintegrated. And then the buildings started to erupt. Huge sheets of flame grabbed at the sky from the rooftops. FlameOrbs sheared through clusters of cursyrd trying to regroup. Detonations rocked the ground under his feet. Across the street, a building buckled under the strain of the spell it held and began to crumble.

‘My brothers, we move!’ yelled Evu

He led them, this elf. The light that even Auum needed in this darkest of hours with his friend fading in his arms. Through the smoke and ash they ran. Through the acrid stench of burning and the rubble bouncing down into the streets they went. Heedless of demon attack now that their enemies had a far greater immediate threat to counter. Auum stared through streaming eyes at the figure of Evu

The Xeteskians. At last the Xeteskians had fought back.

‘Hang on,’ he whispered to Duele though he doubted the elf could hear him. ‘Please hang on.’

More IceWind howled above his head. ForceCones battered great swaths through the demon attack force, driving them high and distant. Auum would have laughed aloud but for the clogging dread in his throat and the burning of exhaustion in his lungs, his arms and legs. He pleaded once more with Tual to keep his friend alive. And with Shorth to stay his hand and wait a little longer.

He felt Duele breathe, coughing again as the smoke touched his lungs. But it was life that they could save if they could get him to a healer quickly enough.

Rounding a bend, he saw that the gates of the college were open. And this time he couldn’t suppress the shout of triumph.

Chapter 36

Hirad stood in front of the two mages and swept his mace ahead of him again. Strike-strain were flung right. He brought the weapon down sharply, co

Hirad spoke over his shoulder at the mage crouched at the door’s heavy lock.

‘We don’t have much time,’ he said.

‘I am aware of that,’ came the testy reply.

‘I am not losing any more of my friends.’

‘Then leave me to work.’

The second mage swept his ForceCone back out over the elven-wrought pathway through the throng of demons, scattering the enemy from the sky. On the ground, three steps below, the situation worsened by the heartbeat. Demons were pressing in hard from both sides. Karron were at the fore, backed by reavers. The Al-Arynaar were fighting a desperate rearguard action, trying to keep the pathway open for those still in the alleyway.

The elves barely had room to fight now. They had been forced into close quarters and most had dropped swords for knives and daggers. In the midst of them, Ark battered away, oblivious to the strike-strain covering his huge body. He used his mace in both hands as a ram, relying on the elves flanking him to keep away the flailing limbs of other karron.

Back in the alley, Thraun held Erie

At his back he heard the plop of molten metal and felt a brief wash of heat.

‘Come on, come on,’ he whispered.

There was a click. ‘Got it.’

‘Well done,’ said Hirad. He thudded his mace into a reaver’s face, feeling its skull crack. The creature shrieked and flew high, straight into the path of the elven ForceCone that drove it across the street to slap into the part-rubbled wall of the building opposite. ‘Both of you, get inside. WardLock the other doors. Go!’