Trull’s weapon possessed the greatest reach, but he did not attempt to stab the creature. Its arms were lifted to fend off the attack, and Trull chose to batter at those with a high sweep of the spear shaft. Like a serpent, Serenity’s right arm writhed around the shaft, binding the weapon. A sudden flex and the Blackwood cracked, then splintered, the red core welling into view down the length of the split. Trull had little time to feel shock, as Serenity’s left hand lashed out.
Two fingertips touched Trull’s temple-
He was already pitching himself to the side, but at the contact he felt his neck wrenched round. Had he remained standing, had he resisted, his neck would now be broken. As it was, ducking, shoulder dipping, he was flung downward, thrown off his feet.
Fear had charged in low, a beat behind Trull’s high attack, slashing diagonally down and in to take the Forkrul Assail at the knee.
But the leg folded back, the knee reversing its angle, whilst at the same time Serenity reached down with his left hand and grasped the sword-blade. The Forkrul Assail plucked it from Fear’s hand, fingers clenching, crushing the iron.
For all their failures, Trull and Fear had done what was demanded of them. Their flank attacks had preceded Rhulad’s, with the intention of opening Serenity to the emperor’s attack. Rhulad’s mottled sword was a blur, whistling in the air – yet not once making contact, as the Forkrul Assail seemed to simply flow around it.
Flinging Fear’s bent sword aside, Serenity stepped in.
And plunged his fingers like spikes into Rhulad’s chest, pushing past the coins, sliding between ribs, and piercing his heart, then snapping back out.
The emperor crumpled.
Serenity swung to face Fear.
Then leapt back, eight paces or more through the air, narrowly avoiding a matlock that struck the dirt of the street and sank deep.
Serenity back-pedalled further as the other demon pursued, the massive tulwar dancing like a dagger in its hands.
Trull scrambled to his feet. He spun, intending to collect another spear from the cache he’d left strapped to his horse-
– and found Udinaas rushing towards him, the weapons cradled in his arms.
Trull pulled one free, then turned once more, leaping over Rhulad’s body. Ahead, the Forkrul Assail had darted to the left, ducking beneath a slash of the tulwar, hands lashing out even as the demon kicked it hard in the side.
Serenity was thrown by the blow, thudded on the ground and rolled, twice, before regaining its feet.
But Trull had heard the crack of ribs in that kick.
The demon closed once more from the Forkrul Assail’s right.
A moment before they closed, Trull launched his spear.
Serenity did not see it coming. Struck solidly just below the left collarbone, the creature was spun round by the impact. The demon’s tulwar chopped down into its right thigh, ringing as it bit into bone. The demon wrenched it loose.
Trull reached back and another spear was placed in his hand. He moved closer.
Staggering back, the Forkrul Assail had plucked the spear from its shoulder and was fending off the tulwar slashes with its hands, pushing against the flat of the blade. The other demon was rushing in from the other side, matlock raised high.
Pale bluish blood streaming from the two wounds – which seemed to be closing even as Trull watched – Serenity leapt back once more, then turned and ran.
The KenrylPah prepared to pursue.
‘Halt!’ Trull shouted. ‘Leave it!’
Udinaas was standing above Rhulad’s body. A few paces away stood the K’risnan, his young face frozen into an expression of terror. He was shaking his head in denial, again and again.
‘K’risnan.’
Wild eyes fixed on Trull. ‘It… threw me back. My power… when the emperor died… all, flung back…’
The demons approached.
‘Leave it to us,’ the first one said, whipping blood from the tulwar.
‘Yes,’ nodded the other. ‘We’ve never before heard of these Forkrul Assail, but we’ve decided.’
‘We don’t like them,’ the first demon said.
‘Not in the least.’
‘We will hunt it down and tell it so.’
Fear spoke. ‘Udinaas, how long…’ His eyes were on Rhulad.
‘Not long,’ the slave replied.
‘Do we wait?’
‘It would be best, I think,’ said Udinaas.
Rubbing at his face, Fear walked over to his sword. He picked it up, examined it, then tossed it aside. He looked across at Trull.
Trull said, ‘It broke Blackwood.’
