Delve

Chapter 196: Knives

chapter 196: knives

in a darkened room of a posh, expensive inn, a man slumbered, comfortably dry as the heavy rain assailed the closed wooden shutters. the embers of a dying fire glowed warmly in the hearth, casting the barest hint of light. there was no sound over the pounding of the rain as the door to the room opened, and a shadowy figure slipped inside, followed by another, then another still. there was still no sound as a blade was drawn from a sheath, no glint of light from the naked steel as it was placed pointing at the sleeping man’s eye.

the blade pressed forward.

the sleeper’s eyes shot open, one of them with difficulty, compressed by the advancing metal. his health prevented the blade from penetrating, but the shadow pushed it forward with merciless pressure. a crackle of arcane energy began to build in the air, emanating from the supine man, but the second shadow threw open a leather sack, dumping the contents over him and filling the air with fine iron dust while the third shadow held him down.

the doomed man screamed. the teleportation magic he had been summoning flickered, failing as it was disrupted. he thrashed against the shadow holding him down as the pressure of the sword increased, finally popping his eye like a grape as his health fell. the wicked point dug deeper, sticking hard and scraping against bone.

space quivered.

in desperation, the dying man tried to force his spell to completion, even through the interference of the iron.

there was a purple flash.

the screaming stopped, replaced by a sharp pop.

chunks of pulped blood and bone splashed wetly across the bed and floor, pointing in an expanding cone toward the shutters. in the dim light, the barest outline of a femur could be made out, lodged halfway through the wooden wall, blood dripping to the already-soaked floorboards.

the shadow who’d been holding the man down straightened, slicking away a slurry of blood and iron from his arms. another of the shadows spoke, knowing that the words would be heard.

“translocationist neutralized.”

the three shadows left the room holding an even deeper silence than it had held before, stepping over the bodies of the guards and servants in the hall. the quiet of death lasted for but a few moments more before it was broken by fire in the night.

time seemed to slow as the knife’s sword crept toward rain’s upraised arm, blurring under the effect of some skill. he couldn’t identify it. didn’t know the element.

force ward would not be enough.

he could not be hit.

the enemy had to stop moving.

now.

fulmination.

focusboost.sh: 500 points shifted to focus from secondary stats

focusboost.sh: focus: 770

modmon.sh: ['amplify aura', 'aura compression', 'channel mastery']

autocompress.sh: target: 10 meters

autocompress.sh: compression applied: 72.5 meters

iff2.sh: offensive aura detected

iff2.sh: foes: unknown_entities

iff2.sh: friends: !foes

iff2.sh: ignore: none

iff2.sh: friends non-empty, power target doubled

iff2.sh: piercing_buffer: 2,500 – ok

autopower.sh: target: 19998 dps

autopower.sh: cm setting: 89.95%

fulmination (15/15)

19998.00-22854.86 arcane (fcs) damage per second to foes and environment

9999.00-11427.43 arcane (fcs) mitigation per second to friends

sufficient damage causes paralysis

range: 10 meters

cost: 269.855 mp/s

a fierce, crackling roar filled the air, and lightning exploded from rain’s body. without his shaded visor, he was almost completely blinded, but his endurance helped him watch as blue-hot bolts tore into his opponent, most striking the metal of his equipment, but more than enough touching flesh. the man’s controlled lunge became a fall, his muscles seizing as the paralysis took hold. this was a system effect, not merely the electricity overriding the nervous system. rather than collapsing into a twitching heap, the man struck the ground like a falling tree, the extended branch of his sword stopping him from smashing into the cobblestones face first.

rain kept backpedaling, not dropping the spell as his eyes moved toward ameliah. through the torrent of crackling light and the steady downpour, he saw her opponent trying to take shelter behind her body. her armor was ablaze with sparks as the inverted effect of fulmination warred with lightning discharges as the spell attacked the environment. the knife had grappled her, preventing her from drawing her bow, but she broke free with a powerful kick that sent the black-clad figure flying away. the moment the enemy was clear, a particularly intense bolt skittered from rain’s chest through the raindrops, blasting through the flying target and into the ground. another bolt struck. then another. and another.

by the time rain dropped fulmination, the cliffside street had been transformed, lichtenberg figures of char spreading out from him across the cobblestones and the fronts of the stone houses. as the crackling died away and darkness returned, rain breathed in, choking on the smell of ozone and charred meat. detection informed him that there were no targets left in range. only corpses. he swayed, then caught himself, the gray that had crept into his thoughts from simultaneously using fulmination and force ward slowly beginning to fade.

“rain!” ameliah shouted again, reaching him and pulling his hand away from his bloody neck.

healing rushed through him, the cool sensation almost lost beneath the torrent of adrenaline gushing through his veins. ameliah cast again, but rain tugged his hand out of her grip. “i’m fine!” he yelled, perhaps too loudly. another wave of fireballs had just detonated, deafening compared to the panicked cries of the townsfolk. the magic had exploded in mid-air this time, expanding waves of pressure visible by the disruption of the raindrops.

rain couldn’t see ameliah’s expression through her visor, but he could feel the war in her heart as she tore her gaze from him to the ships. finally, she looked back at him, then nodded. “i’m going. get vanna and the others.”

rain’s blood ran cold, and he nodded back.

“go on ahead,” the woman said in an exceptionally high-pitched and oddly accented voice as she calmly watched it sail past. “i’ll finish here.”

“adamant unbending,” said the man busy slinging mereck over his shoulder.

“adamant unbending,” the woman replied, the words almost lost under vanna’s cry of protest.

stint, having drawn a fresh arrow, loosed at the third enemy, hoping it was just the woman that was protected. he used seeker shot again, actually making an effort to aim this time. his hopes rose as the bolt curved sharply, only to sink like stones in a pond as the man he’d targeted uncrossed his arms and plucked the steaming arrow out of the air. like it was nothing.

pulling down his veil to grin at stint, the adamant soldier spun the still-glowing arrow between two fingers until the magic faded. he casually tossed it away before stint could draw another. a moment later, a bizarre ripple seemed to flow through the air, and a haze of darkness swallowed both him and his companion, taking mereck with them. the haze shifted, beginning to flow rapidly off into the night.

“stint!” vanna shouted, pointing after the cloud, but then she yelped and slashed defensively as the dagger wielder danced away after an aborted lunge.

“i’d be worrying about yourself, girly,” the high-pitched voice said, filled with mirth and somehow carrying such utter disdain that it sent a shiver running through stint’s blood despite the magic warming him. the adamant casually stepped aside, seemingly for no reason, and samson’s blade speared through the space she’d been standing. the swordsman had switched off his light and approached in silence, but it clearly hadn’t fooled the woman. she was smiling as she engaged him in a ringing flurry of blows, each movement too fast for stint to make out, samson’s sword glowing white in the rain as he interspersed light cut with his other attacks. nothing made it through. the exchange ended with samson stumbling back, his hood flapping wildly. it had been slashed free on one side, baring his helmeted head to the rain.

“tsk, too shallow,” the woman said, almost contemptuously batting aside a swipe from vanna, who’d been waiting for an opening. a wave of force sent raindrops flying at the meeting of red-glowing aluminum and dark steel. the woman spared vanna an unconcerned glance before returning her attention to samson. “not bad for a little guy.”

“stint, they’re gone!” samson called, ignoring the taunt as he circled slowly toward vanna. “help us!”

stint cursed, sparing one last glance for the departing cloud and nudging dust with his knees into a wider circle around the square, weaving between the injured as they fled the tent. he drew back an arrow, intent on trying drilling shot this time. before he found an angle that wouldn’t endanger his companions, crimson light bloomed on the horizon, and a colossal detonation reverberated through the air.

“ah ah ah,” the adamant scolded, blurring forward. vanna cried out, her sword clattering to the ground as she stumbled back, clutching her arm. “eyes on me, girly.”

“vanna!” samson cried as the adamant laughed.

“oh, flakes, not much time left to play,” the woman said as another explosion lit up the night, catching samson’s two-handed strike with one dagger and stabbing straight for his face with the other.

samson somehow managed to get out of the way. seeing his chance, stint loosed, but the motion of dust beneath him threw off his aim. the adamant didn’t even bother to dodge as his shot went hilariously wide, turning her head to look at him. “really?”

somewhere, a bell began to ring, then another, as if anyone could have possibly still been asleep at this point. vanna managed to get back to her feet, clutching a bloody arm with one hand, her sword forgotten. the adamant was soon forced to engage samson again as the short nobleman marched forward.

more booms shook the sky, and a white flash of some other magic accompanied a crackling roar that drowned out the screams of the panicked townsfolk.

“hit me!” samson called, disengaging and skidding to a stop next to vanna. she quickly took her arm from her injury, grimacing and pressing it against his back. the adamant, not content to just let her do such a thing, had dashed forward, but stint was ready with another arrow. he loosed, this time timing it properly to his horse’s motion, and the adamant had to stop abruptly to slash the shaft out of the sky.

“tsk,” she said, giving him a dirty look. “so you can aim.”

samson had dove back in, his sword now glowing crimson and his hits landing with waves of force, and for the first time, the adamant was properly forced on the defensive. it looked like the stacked power of concussive blows and inner fire was forcing her to rely less on finesse and more on speed to get out of the way. each time she blocked, the force of the impact sent her stumbling back.

that wasn’t to say it had become one-sided, however. far from it. stint didn’t see the woman’s dagger move, but he heard samson’s grunt of surprise as he staggered back, backpedaling for distance and clutching at a slash in his armor.

“poisoned!” he called out, panting for breath as he fumbled at his belt for a potion.

“like i’ll give you time,” the woman said, laughing and dashing after him.

stint muttered a curse. knowing that what he had to do would hurt, and also that he couldn’t risk another miss, he swung one leg up atop the saddle, using one hand to pull the flashlighter from his head, taking his cloak along with it. with awakened strength, he pushed himself up in a mighty leap, making dust stagger. in mid-air, free of the jostling at last, he drew, taking the shot just before he struck the slick cobblestones with a grunt. his weak leg buckled, and he collapsed, but the pain wasn’t enough to overpower his surge of satisfaction.

“ah!” the adamant cried, the drilling arrow taking her directly between the eyes, mid-lunge. samson’s attempted block smoothly became a strike that blasted her back hard enough to lift her from the ground. when she landed, however, she barely even stumbled, an expression of rage on her face. the only sign of damage from the arrow was a red welt on her forehead. likewise, samson’s slash had torn the fabric covering her upper arm, but the pale skin that had been revealed was unbroken.

“that fucking hurt!” she yelled, taking an aggressive step forward. then, for some reason, she stopped and screeched at the sky like an irate seagull. “yes, olet, it’s my own fucking fault! would you kindly just shut the fuck up about it!? i just wanted to have a little fun! wait, what!? what do you mean they’re dead?!”

“shoot her!” vanna cried urgently, motioning to stint with her good arm.

“i’m working on it!” stint cried back. he’d only just managed to get himself back up, his leg spasming as he raised his bow. at his movement, the adamant’s eyes snapped down from the sky and onto him, her expression deadly-serious and without even a shred of the sadistic playfulness it had previously held. then she...moved...and...

he couldn’t take his eyes away.

“don’t look!” samson shouted, his voice from a thousand leagues away. stint’s bow tumbled from his numb fingers as his vision narrowed to focus solely on the woman’s blades, making sinuous trails as she dragged them through the air. she was coming to him now, gliding rapidly closer with unearthly grace.

all he could do was watch.

no...

no, that isn’t true...

he reached up, pulling his collar away and tilting his head upward.

i can bare my neck for her. make it easy for her to slice—

the spell broke with a roar, as if the raindrops had been stunned along with him and had then fallen all at once. the sudden rush of sound wasn’t that, though. it was accompanied by blinding flashes of light, arcane lightning dancing around him and making his hair stand on end. rather than striking him, however, it girded itself around him, sheltering him.

he still screamed in terror, of course.

he wasn’t the only one. loudest by far was the tortured wail of the adamant woman, though it cut off abruptly after not even a second, as if the air had frozen in her lungs.

on and on, the crackle of the lightning roared, until it gently began to fade. and then it was gone, winking out and leaving his body with a sharp shock. it was far worse than anything he’d ever felt from the flashlighter, though he only took a few points of damage.

his ears were left ringing, and his eyes were webbed with glowing afterimages. the latter didn’t stop him from seeing the hulking figure standing beside dust near the reservoir’s edge.

is...? is that...?

rain wasn’t wearing his armor, but it was him. there was no question about it. even more unexpected than his appearance was that he was wearing mereck like an enormous backpack, as if the pudgy man weighed no more than a child. the healer looked sick, clinging on for dear life, but he was alive, with dozer sitting atop his head for some reason, like a bizarre, gelatinous hat.

“rain!” vanna cried, not in surprise, but in warning.

stint looked up, following her finger, and thus it was that he got a good look at the meteor plummeting directly toward him.

ah, shit.