Part 41 (2/2)

”I'm not going back with you. I'm not going to betray them.”

”Submit now, and I will show mercy.”

”I've seen your mercy with Chiyo.” She was surprised that he was even bothering to talk to her. By oni mentality, she needed to be punished, something she was highly resistant to submitting to. There was no way she'd agree-so why wasn't he just ordering an attack? She glanced to the right at Pony, sword ready, his s.h.i.+elds gleaming softly blue like an aura around him.

Of course. Pony's s.h.i.+elds sucked down large amounts of ambient magic. On a ley line, he could maintain them indefinitely. Where they stood now, though, it was only a matter of time before the s.h.i.+elds drained the area and failed. Tomtom was stalling.

”I gave the kitsune a choice of punishments,” Tomtom was saying. ”Drop your weapons, surrender yourself, and I will go lightly on you too.”

Screw this. Tinker leveled her Uzi, flicked off the safety, and emptied the machine gun at Tomtom. Even as she pulled the trigger, though, the oni lord flicked up his left palm, growling out a spell, and the tattoos along his left arm flared and a haze appeared between them. The bullets spat out of the muzzle of the machine gun, struck the magic barrier, making it flare and, weirdly enough, gleam brighter. She actually felt it sparking up levels with each bullet hit. The bullets didn't pa.s.s through, nor ricochet, but instead dropped to the ground, inert. d.a.m.n, somehow the oni s.h.i.+eld translated the kinetic energy of bullet back into the spell, fueling it. Tinker leveled her Uzi, flicked off the safety, and emptied the machine gun at Tomtom. Even as she pulled the trigger, though, the oni lord flicked up his left palm, growling out a spell, and the tattoos along his left arm flared and a haze appeared between them. The bullets spat out of the muzzle of the machine gun, struck the magic barrier, making it flare and, weirdly enough, gleam brighter. She actually felt it sparking up levels with each bullet hit. The bullets didn't pa.s.s through, nor ricochet, but instead dropped to the ground, inert. d.a.m.n, somehow the oni s.h.i.+eld translated the kinetic energy of bullet back into the spell, fueling it.

Too late she thought to spray the warriors to either side of Tomtom; she'd already run through the clip and now worked the trigger to be rewarded only with a series of clicks.

Tomtom pointed at Pony and uttered a word, and then indicated Tinker, and gave a longer command. Tinker didn't need to know Oni to know what he'd said. Kill him, take her alive. Kill him, take her alive.

”No!” she shouted as the oni warriors surged forward, some with swords and others with hands outreached.

She tried to reload the Uzi only to have clip and gun wrenched from her hands, and then her arms held and she was lifted off the ground. She screamed wordlessly this time, kicking at the oni holding her, and her legs were caught. Hoisted upwards by the four oni, she saw Pony, s.h.i.+elds blazing blue, desperately fending off eight oni warriors with sword and knife.

He was never going to be able to hold them off. They were going to kill him.

”No! No!” she cried, trying to wriggle free of the warriors' hold, but it was like being held by steel bands.

With a deep roaring sound-like an oncoming train-the wind suddenly blasted across the bridge and up the road, pouring over them, strangely hot. Her skin seemed to crawl as all her hair stood on end. She recognized the ma.s.sive influx of active magic, but there was more-something like static electricity-that rode piggyback upon the magic. Judging by the startled outcries around her, the oni felt it too.

”To me! To me!” Pony shouted and went down to his knees, crossing sword and dagger over his head.

”Pony!” she screamed as he dropped his guard.

With blinding whiteness, lightning struck.

She'd never been this close to lightning before. It split the air with a deafening crack, and the boom of thunder was instantaneous in a wave of heat and pressure that vibrated clear through her bones. It was there, and then not there, but its brilliance remained burned into her sight. The bolt had splintered, forking all around Pony, striking the eight oni attacking him. The warriors flew backward to land dead-blackened and smoking from the lightning.

It seemed an impossible miracle, and then she realized the truth.

Windwolf had arrived, summoning the magic of the Wind Clan spell stones to call down lightning.

Pony came off the ground now, blades flas.h.i.+ng, and launched himself at the oni holding Tinker. Tinker struggled harder to get free, cursing at her captors. Tomtom shouted in Oni, pointing toward the bridge, correctly identifying which of the three elves was the most dangerous. Another lightning bolt hit close at hand, striking into a knot of oni warriors attempting to attack Pony from the rear.

Two of the oni holding her decided to face Pony rather than die keeping her captive-and a hard kick into the face of the third left her dangling in one warrior's hold. There was a knife in his belt; she yanked it free and stabbed him in the stomach with it. The blade slid in to the hilt with stunning ease, and blood poured hot over her hand. The oni howled and punched her in the face.

Darkness washed in, and when it retreated Pony had her over his shoulder and was running for the bridge.

Had they won?

The crack of rifles and whine of bullets verified that no, they hadn't.

Lightning struck-and as it flashed all vision to white-Pony stumbled and fell. It seemed as if he'd tripped over something. He started to fall to the left, which would have smashed Tinker under him. He dropped his sword, tucked her close, and rolled in mid-air to hit his right shoulder first. They tumbled through the mud of the road, Pony taking the brunt of the damage, as he protected her with his own body. They stopped when Pony slammed against the stone abutment at the end of the bridge.

As Pony lay unmoving, Tinker glanced back toward the pursuing oni.

She had one glimpse of Tomtom standing approximately where Pony had stumbled, a vicious grin on his face, before the oni lord stepped back into the shadows, completely vanis.h.i.+ng from sight. She flashed to his first appearance on the road, he and his guard suddenly appearing as if teleporting. How was he doing it? Was he actually teleporting? Was he going invisible? Or like Chiyo, was he projecting what he wanted them to see into their minds?

Maybe the reason Chiyo had been so sure she could become a n.o.ble was because Tomtom had the same talents.

”Tinker?”

Windwolf still had his great sword sheathed, and he moved down the bridge in a stylistic stalk, like dancing in slow motion. She could feel the power he had gathered around him, the wind thrumming in his hold. He wore black leather pants, and a white silk s.h.i.+rt that blazed in the moonlight like a target. His long black hair was unbound, and it flowed out on the wind.

Of the sekasha sekasha, there was no sign. He was all alone.

”Is Pony alive?” His voice was quiet but loud, like a whisper over a microphone.

Pony was breathing, so Tinker said, ”He's unconscious.”

”Get him up,” Windwolf commanded. ”Get him to the other end of the bridge. The others are coming.”

Tinker glanced down at the still unmoving Pony, a foot taller and easily fifty pounds heavier than her. How the h.e.l.l did she move him? And where was Tomtom? What could the oni lord do-especially if he could throw illusions into Windwolf's mind?

Pony had dropped his sword, but he had other weapons on him. The guns were useless; the bullets would only feed energy into Tomtom's s.h.i.+eld-a.s.suming that wasn't an illusion. The knives placed her too near the much larger and better-trained oni. That left Sparrow's light bow and spell arrows. The arrows were all fletched white, which meant the same spell was marked onto the shaft and activated by the sound of the arrows' flight.

As Tomtom surely planned, Windwolf moved to the end of the bridge to cover her and Pony. He spoke a word, s.h.i.+fting his right hand with fingers c.o.c.ked in stiff positions, and his s.h.i.+eld extended out to cover the full end of the bridge.

”Go! Leave Pony if you have to.” Windwolf commanded as the oni opened fire from the cover of the trees. The bullets deflected off his s.h.i.+eld, but Tomtom could walk through it.

She didn't spend the last three weeks protecting Pony to leave him now, not even to save Windwolf. Tinker nocked an arrow-and looked for the factors of 73931. She could keep Chiyo from reading her mind by doing math, but that hadn't kept Chiyo from deluding her. She'd foiled Chiyo by noticing something that the kitsune had forgotten to disguise. Surely if Tomtom had two people to affect, there would be something he'd overlook, but what? The darkness itself would erase most of his errors. She lifted the bow, drew back the arrow, and tried to find a target.

”Tinker, what are you doing?” Windwolf growled.

”Trust me.”

I can outthink him. I know I can.

Tomtom could fool her eyes. The gunfire covered his footsteps. What would he miss? His shadow? His smell?

Then it came to her-Tomtom would never think of hiding magic from a domana domana, since he couldn't feel magic himself-and she focused on the active magic in the area. There, pa.s.sing through Windwolf's s.h.i.+elds and nearly on him, was Tomtom's own s.h.i.+eld spell.

She guessed the location of Tomtom's heart and loosed the arrow. As the arrow leapt from her bow, its whistling pa.s.sage through the wind activated the spell written down its shaft; the kinetic energy of its physical form was trans.m.u.ted into coherent light-a bolt of pure energy. There was a faint ripple as it pa.s.sed through Tomtom's s.h.i.+eld spell-apparently designed only for solid projectiles. Then it lanced its way through the oni lord, and he appeared with a gurgling scream. He was only six feet from Windwolf, sword upraised and ready to strike-with a neat hole burned through the right side of his chest.

Windwolf shouted, lifted his arm straight out, fingers splayed. The wind slammed Tomtom backwards thirty feet. Windwolf growled a spell to summon another bolt of lightning, moving his hands in interweaving circles, his fingers flicking through complex patterns. The brilliance struck Tomtom as the oni lord started to rise.

He didn't get up again.

There was a sweep of headlights on the far side of the bridge, and the sekasha sekasha spilled out of two of the Rolls and charged across the bridge. spilled out of two of the Rolls and charged across the bridge.

Windwolf flinging lightning bolts, the arrival of the sekasha, sekasha, and their own lord dead made the oni flee into the forest. The and their own lord dead made the oni flee into the forest. The sekasha sekasha met no resistance as they pa.s.sed beyond Windwolf's protection. Only when the met no resistance as they pa.s.sed beyond Windwolf's protection. Only when the sekasha sekasha had set up a line of defense did Windwolf loose his hold on the magic, letting it drain away. had set up a line of defense did Windwolf loose his hold on the magic, letting it drain away.

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