I couldnt fight this guy.
But that didnt mean that I couldnt kill him.
We flew out of the vault, and out past the Gate of Blood, and I poured it on, committing all of my reserves to the effort. I called light to my staff as I sprinted down the tunnel that emerged at the Gate of Ice, and as I went by it, I drew upon the power of the Winter mantle to slam the iron lever back up to the ON position and snap it off at the base in the same savage motion.
And then I plunged out into the two-hundred-yard-long killing field as the house-sized blocks of ice began to fall and shatter and slide and flip and smash together like some kind of enormous, demented garbage disposal unit.
Parkour! I screamed, dropping to a slide that took me just under a horizontally flying block of ice as big as a freight car, then popping back up to keep running.
Parkour! I shouted again, bounding up onto a small block and diving over several more, ducking and weaving between them, the Genoskwa hot on my tail, casting frantically quick glances back at him, watching him close the distance inch by inch, his huge body moving with an utterly unfair amount of agility as he handled the obstacles better than I could have, even without his eyes.
And then the cold started to get to him.
It wasnt much at first. He lost a step on me. But then in the next row of grinders, one of them clipped his monstrous shoulder. He recovered his balance and kept moving, and we were nearly through the field when I played dirty.
I jumped over a pair of low grinders, and turned in midair, just enough to point a finger back at the ground behind me and snap, Infriga!
I didnt use a lot of power. Barely a whisper, reallyjust enough to coat a ten-foot patch of cavern floor with smooth Winter ice.
And his foot slipped.
It wasnt a big slip. But his cold-dulled reflexes werent up to catching him and his balance wavered. Not muchhe was, after all, running on all fours. But enough. It staggered him as he came after me, slowing his pace again.
Suddenly, there was a ten-foot wall of grinders in front of me, each individual block spinning and smashing and flipping at unpredictable intervals, and I let out a scream and leapt over it completely, high-jump-style. My shoulders brushed the top of the wall, treating me to a dandy view of another house-sized block falling straight at me from the darkness overhead, and then I bounced off the top of the wall and tumbled into the clear.
The Genoskwa grabbed the top of the wall and vaulted it easily, his huge hairy form moving with effortless power. Hed somehow anticipated its presence. He must have heard my shout and jump, and maybe the way Id gone over it at the top. Or maybe Ursiel was helping him through his sightless chase, the way Lasciel had once helped guide me in total darkness.
But neither the Genoskwa nor the Fallen angel sensed what was plummeting soundlessly towardthem.
A block of ice the size of a building came down like the hammer of God Almighty, and crushed the Genoskwa like a beer can.
I rolled to a stop and flopped on the stone cavern floor, utterly exhausted, breathing like a steam engine. But I had enough energy to turn my head to the gruesome remains being tossed about like a rag doll among the last row of grinders.
Parkour, I panted. Bitch.
Then I just breathed for a minute.
Footsteps approached a moment later, and I felt hands hauling me up. Michael had sheathed Amoracchius again, and he steadied me as I rose. Grey stood and watched the grinders grind for a moment before he shook his head and said, Yuck.
Right? I said.
Anna Valmont shuddered, her face pale, and turned to me. Are you all right, Harry?
Nothing two months asleep in a good bed wont cure, I said.
A chorus of moaning wails suddenly came toward us, as though the shades that had begun flooding the vault had reached some kind of critical mass and were now surging forward. I still hadnt seen them, and I didnt want to see them. I had this vague image of the scrubbing bubbles of undeadness from that Lord of the Rings movie in my brain, and I was sure that would serve fine for imagining the threat drawing quickly nearer.
What was that? Anna asked.
Bouncers, I said. We dont want to be around when they get here. Lets get clear of the first gate, people.
And we did, hurrying down the tunnel to the location of the original Way. I took a deep breath and steadied myself for what I hoped would be the last serious effort of the day.
Michael, I said.
Yes?
I figure Nicodemus had Lasciel and Ascher as his backup Way home, I said. Ascher had been throwing Hellfire around. With a couple of weeks training from a good teacher, say a Fallen angel who could provide her with images and communicate directly in thought, she might have enough talent to learn how to manage a Waybut probably not from inside several hundred tons of molten rock. Maybe the Genoskwa could have done it. But theyre out. That leaves one way for him to get back.
Michael grunted and drew his sword, and Grey frowned and looked warier than he had a moment before.
Were not in much shape for a fight, Harry, Michael said.
Neither is he, I said. Eyes open. Get through the Way as quick as we can, and Ill zip it closed behind us. Nick can find his own way home. Then I focused my will, drew a line in the air with my staff and said, Aparturum.
Once more, a line of light split the air and widened, and from where I stood, I could see the inside of the vault back at Marcones bank.
But that didnt mean that I couldnt kill him.
We flew out of the vault, and out past the Gate of Blood, and I poured it on, committing all of my reserves to the effort. I called light to my staff as I sprinted down the tunnel that emerged at the Gate of Ice, and as I went by it, I drew upon the power of the Winter mantle to slam the iron lever back up to the ON position and snap it off at the base in the same savage motion.
And then I plunged out into the two-hundred-yard-long killing field as the house-sized blocks of ice began to fall and shatter and slide and flip and smash together like some kind of enormous, demented garbage disposal unit.
Parkour! I screamed, dropping to a slide that took me just under a horizontally flying block of ice as big as a freight car, then popping back up to keep running.
Parkour! I shouted again, bounding up onto a small block and diving over several more, ducking and weaving between them, the Genoskwa hot on my tail, casting frantically quick glances back at him, watching him close the distance inch by inch, his huge body moving with an utterly unfair amount of agility as he handled the obstacles better than I could have, even without his eyes.
And then the cold started to get to him.
It wasnt much at first. He lost a step on me. But then in the next row of grinders, one of them clipped his monstrous shoulder. He recovered his balance and kept moving, and we were nearly through the field when I played dirty.
I jumped over a pair of low grinders, and turned in midair, just enough to point a finger back at the ground behind me and snap, Infriga!
I didnt use a lot of power. Barely a whisper, reallyjust enough to coat a ten-foot patch of cavern floor with smooth Winter ice.
And his foot slipped.
It wasnt a big slip. But his cold-dulled reflexes werent up to catching him and his balance wavered. Not muchhe was, after all, running on all fours. But enough. It staggered him as he came after me, slowing his pace again.
Suddenly, there was a ten-foot wall of grinders in front of me, each individual block spinning and smashing and flipping at unpredictable intervals, and I let out a scream and leapt over it completely, high-jump-style. My shoulders brushed the top of the wall, treating me to a dandy view of another house-sized block falling straight at me from the darkness overhead, and then I bounced off the top of the wall and tumbled into the clear.
The Genoskwa grabbed the top of the wall and vaulted it easily, his huge hairy form moving with effortless power. Hed somehow anticipated its presence. He must have heard my shout and jump, and maybe the way Id gone over it at the top. Or maybe Ursiel was helping him through his sightless chase, the way Lasciel had once helped guide me in total darkness.
But neither the Genoskwa nor the Fallen angel sensed what was plummeting soundlessly towardthem.
A block of ice the size of a building came down like the hammer of God Almighty, and crushed the Genoskwa like a beer can.
I rolled to a stop and flopped on the stone cavern floor, utterly exhausted, breathing like a steam engine. But I had enough energy to turn my head to the gruesome remains being tossed about like a rag doll among the last row of grinders.
Parkour, I panted. Bitch.
Then I just breathed for a minute.
Footsteps approached a moment later, and I felt hands hauling me up. Michael had sheathed Amoracchius again, and he steadied me as I rose. Grey stood and watched the grinders grind for a moment before he shook his head and said, Yuck.
Right? I said.
Anna Valmont shuddered, her face pale, and turned to me. Are you all right, Harry?
Nothing two months asleep in a good bed wont cure, I said.
A chorus of moaning wails suddenly came toward us, as though the shades that had begun flooding the vault had reached some kind of critical mass and were now surging forward. I still hadnt seen them, and I didnt want to see them. I had this vague image of the scrubbing bubbles of undeadness from that Lord of the Rings movie in my brain, and I was sure that would serve fine for imagining the threat drawing quickly nearer.
What was that? Anna asked.
Bouncers, I said. We dont want to be around when they get here. Lets get clear of the first gate, people.
And we did, hurrying down the tunnel to the location of the original Way. I took a deep breath and steadied myself for what I hoped would be the last serious effort of the day.
Michael, I said.
Yes?
I figure Nicodemus had Lasciel and Ascher as his backup Way home, I said. Ascher had been throwing Hellfire around. With a couple of weeks training from a good teacher, say a Fallen angel who could provide her with images and communicate directly in thought, she might have enough talent to learn how to manage a Waybut probably not from inside several hundred tons of molten rock. Maybe the Genoskwa could have done it. But theyre out. That leaves one way for him to get back.
Michael grunted and drew his sword, and Grey frowned and looked warier than he had a moment before.
Were not in much shape for a fight, Harry, Michael said.
Neither is he, I said. Eyes open. Get through the Way as quick as we can, and Ill zip it closed behind us. Nick can find his own way home. Then I focused my will, drew a line in the air with my staff and said, Aparturum.
Once more, a line of light split the air and widened, and from where I stood, I could see the inside of the vault back at Marcones bank.
