She looked across at him, and screamed.
The Finadd sought to climb to his feet, but something was wrong. His limbs weren’t working, and now there was a fire in his back-someone had lit a damned fire there-. why would they do that? Searing heat reaching down, through a strange numbness, and the back of his head was wet.
Struggling with all his will, he brought one hand up behind, to settle the palm on the back of his head.
And found his skull entirely gone.
Probing, trembling fingers pushed into some kind of pulped matter and all at once the burning pain in his back vanished.
He could make things work again, he realized, and pushed some more, deeper.
Whatever he then touched killed him.
As Fiddler led his squad into a seeming rout, with fifty or sixty Letherii soldiers charging after them, Gesler raised his hand, which held a burner. Aye, messy, but there were a lot of them, weren’t there?
Fiddler and his marines made it into the alley, tore off down it.
A crowd of Letherii reached the mouth, others pushing up behind them.
And munitions flew, and suddenly the street was a conflagration.
Without waiting, and as a gust of fierce heat swept over them, Gesler turned and pushed Stormy to lead the retreat.
Running, running hard.
They’d find the next street and swing right, come up round the other side of the walled compound. Expecting to see Fiddler and his own soldiers waiting opposite them again. More alley mouths, and just that much closer to the palace.
‘We got gold, damn you!’
‘Everybody’s got that,’ replied the barkeep, laconic as ever.
Hellian glared at him. ‘What kinda accent is that?’
‘The proper kind for the trader’s tongue, which makes one of us sound educated and I suppose that’s something.’
‘Oh, I’ll show you something!’ She drew out her corporal’s sword, giving him a hard push on the chest to clear the weapon, then hammered the pommel down on the bartop. The weapon bounced up from her hand, the edge scoring deep across Hellian’s right ear. She swore, reached up and saw her hand come away red with blood. ‘Now look what you made me do!’
‘And I suppose I also made you invade our empire, and this city, and-’
‘Don’t be an idiot, you ain’t that important. It was the winged monkeys did that.’
The barkeep’s thin, overlong face twisted slightly as he arched a single brow.
Hellian turned to her corporal. ‘What kinda sword you using, fool? One that don’t work right, that’s what kind, I’d say.’