He settled back, met Picker's eyes. 'Lieutenant, we've got to divert those damned things.'
She rubbed at her face, glanced back at the remaining squads. 'They're supposed to be pretty fast, those undead lizards, but with all these alleys and streets…' She faced Paran once more, gave a swift nod. 'We've a few sharpers in hand — we'll give 'em good reason to come after us.'
'Just make sure you stay ahead, Lieutenant.. If you can, keep everyone together.'
'Sir, that's not likely — we'll have to scatter, I expect, just to keep the things confused.'
'All right, but try anyway.'
'And you, Captain?'
'Quick and Antsy's squad — we're headed onto the keep's roof. We'll be trying our own diversion with the rest of those condors. You've got the Bridgeburners now, Lieutenant.'
'Aye, Captain. So, who do you figure will die first, you or us?'
'That's too close to call.'
She grinned. 'Half my back pay, Captain, we'll be a step behind you. Pay up at Hood's Gate.'
'You're on, Lieutenant. Now, leave Hedge and his sappers to blowing that tower, gather up Blend and the rest of you get going.'
'Aye, sir.'
Paran made to move away, but Picker reached out and touched his arm.
'Captain?'
'What?'
'Well, uh, those knives at your back? They've been turned the other way for some time. Just wanted you to know.'
Paran glanced away. 'Thank you, Lieutenant.'
Quick Ben had pulled together Antsy and his squad, minus Hedge and Blend. As soon as Paran joined them, the wizard nodded and said, 'Say when, Captain.'
Paran glanced over at the compound wall. The ropes hung slack. No-one was in sight along the top. 'How long since you last saw them?'
The wizard shrugged. 'I expect they're in position now, sir. Hedge looks about ready.'
Paran's eyes dropped to see the team of sappers gathered in a tight, nervously shifting pack at the tower's base. 'That was fast.'
'Hedge is lightning when he's scared witless, sir. We'd better-'
'Yes. Open your warren.' He glanced over at Antsy. The sergeant, Detoran, Trotts and Mallet had dropped the visors on their helms. Weapons were out. Spindle crouched nearby, a sharper clutched in his right hand. 'Hold it, Quick — did you tell Spin what-'
'Aye, sir, and he's working on it just fine.'
Spindle managed a weak grin.
'All right. Let's go.'
The portal flashed open, bled darkness into the street. Paran's eyes widened. Kurald Galain. What -'Follow me!' Quick Ben hissed, darting into the warren.
The squad plunged forward, was swallowed. Paran flung himself into their wake.
The transition was almost instantaneous. The captain stumbled across slick tiles — they were on the keep's roof, thirty paces behind the row of condors-A dozen of the huge, demonic creatures suddenly exploded, spraying blood and flesh to spatter across the roof. The others jerked awake as one. Loosing piercing cries, they spread vast wings and launched themselves upward.
Spindle had already unleashed his warren, and its effect was instantaneous.
The condors shrilled with terror, wings thundering in panic, heads twisting on spasming necks as the mortal beast within each body — gripped with blind fear engendered by Spindle's twisted talent — warred with demon for command.
Crossbow quarrels shot up from along the compound wall, thudded into the flailing creatures.
The entire keep shuddered. Paran spun to see the compound tower to his left suddenly topple, the enormous battlement pitching towards the street. Smoke billowed. Shouts followed as the Bridgeburners lining the top of the wall scrambled towards the ropes.
Sharpers echoed from the streets to the east — Picker and her remaining Bridgeburners had just surprised the column of K'Chain Che'Malle — and the pursuit was on.
Quick Ben pulled Paran close. 'The demons are winning the struggle!'
The condors were slowly gaining height, drawing ever further from the influence of Spindle's warren. If they felt any discomfort for being studded with quarrels, they showed no sign of it. Sorcery crackled around them.
'They'll come round for us, Captain,' Quick Ben predicted.
'Better us than Dujek. Now, can we keep them occupied for a time, Wizard?'
'Most of 'em, aye.'
'How?'
'Well, to start, we can run to the south side of this building.'
