The Path of Destruction (Rune Breaker) (10 page)

“There it is.” he said seriously and put away the telescope, replacing it in his hand with his flute. “The army's agreed to the plan and Taylin's waiting for us. Ready for this?”

Rai cocked the rifle and sighted it carefully. Through her lenses, Bashurra the Crevasse sprang into her vision. “I've been waiting to make a Kaydan bleed for days.”

'The order came down this morning: we will now be subject to inspection by and report to the Office of the Defense Chancellor in addition to our responsibilities to the Body of the House of Advancement. No one has said it aloud, but we all know it, deep inside: Today the Empire has unofficially declared war on the world beyond the shores of Illium. And our science will be the primary weapon.'

~ excerpt from the journal of Lena Hiddakko.

***

After Grandfather himself, Raiteria was the best marksman in the Clan of the Winter Willow; a distinction that had made her the obvious choice to lead the clan's scouts. That was part of the reason Grandfather had entrusted her with his custom-built rifle. It was the work of Keytun Rocksteadler, the finest gunsmith in Kinos. It was a fine weapon with precision machined parts and rifling, all of which could be broken down in moments for quick and easy maintenance, and a three-shot carousel designed to accept a variety of ammunition.

For the task of getting Bashurra the Crevasse's attention, she chose her nastiest sort: alchemical bullets made in southern Mindeforme and considered illegal for use in wartime by the Thirteen Nations Accord.

The
nir-lumos
caravans were recognized as a legitimate government by the Accords, but as they had no lands, they weren't technically a nation. As such, they were never in the strictest sense capable of going to war as defined in the Accord.

She sighted through the sliding array of lenses and found Bashurra, but didn't fire yet. There were more factors than aim involved in delivering a bullet to a target over a mile away in the dark. Instead, she put her thumb in her mouth, then swiped the saliva-slicked digit along her arm.

The air moving across that line of moisture delivered sensations to her that the tall folk simply weren't in tune with. It told her of temperature and wind direction, of atmospheric pressure and many other tiny factors that could translate into large deviations in a ballistic trajectory, and she adjusted her aim accordingly.

Breathe.

The world around her dropped away. It was just her, the rifle, and Bashurra. The demon was unaware of her, still crunching into the broken limbs of his brethren.

Breathe.

Careful not to move the rest of the rifle, she thumbed the lever on the carousel, causing it to rise from the 'safe' position in its cradle and into the 'ready' position with the first round in line with the hammer. There were simpler, more efficient rifles out there. They were mass produced for armies and bandits and anyone in between, but none were as safe, reliable or precise as the complex machines built by serious folk who lived and breathed the science of the devices and overbuilt to their satisfaction.

Breathe.

She pulled back the hammer and adjusted for a shift in Bashurra's posture.

Breathe.

Fire.

She squeezed the trigger and the bullet was on its way. For the first few yards, it left a tail of blue flame, as the last of whatever alternative propellant the alchemist used in place of gunpowder cooked off, then it was gone.

In her lenses, she saw Bashurra suddenly buck, and even a mile distant, she heard the bellow of pain mixed with shock and rage. He dropped the corpse he was devouring and slapped a hand over his eye, which was disgorging a noxious green foam; a form of alchemical acid that expanded in volume inside a living body.

His contortions exposed his throat and Rai advanced the carousel before taking a second shot, then a third. No need to bother aiming anymore; she didn't even look to see if she hit before lowering the rifle and looking over to Kaiel.

The chronicler had one hand against the tree and it was wreathed in blue-green light where his fingers seemed to dig into the bark without disrupting the surrounding area. He extended his free hand to her. “Come on; I'm sure we have his attention. Now it's all up to Brin.”

Rai slung the rifle across her back by its strap and took his hand. At the same time, she risked a look back toward the homestead.

There was a shield of fire and golden light in the air between them and Bashurra now, taking the shape of three interlocking circles with a smaller circle in the center where they all overlapped. That was a circle of black so deep that she wasn't certain she'd ever really seen that color before.

Kaiel jerked her close to him as a clod of earth and stone was thrust violently out of the ground before the shield, wrecking a house that was too close to its point of origin. It floated briefly in air before accelerating toward them with terrible speed.

Wrapping Rai securely in his free arm, Kaiel stepped backward into space while keeping his fingers planted firmly in the tree. The energy around his fingers burst into vivid flames as those fingers started to trail down the side of the tree. The spell slowed their fall enough that they reached the ground and tumbled down the roots of the once living wall without major injury.

A moment later, The tops of the tree they had been in and its neighbors were shorn off by the earthen missile Bashurra had sent at them. Shattered boughs and chunks of wood larger than a man came tumbling down all around them, but again Kaiel was ready, throwing himself over Rai and raising both hands to bring up a translucent, yellow kite shield that rumbled like a kettle drum as the falling debris bounced off it.

It took what felt like hours before all was still again and Rai felt herself being pulled to her knees.

“Are you hurt?” Kaiel asked.

It shocked her that she wasn't now that she could see the devastation around them, including some gigantic splinters that had ended up thrust into the earth like javelins. “I'm fine.” She didn't bother reporting bruises and scrapes because those would be a waste of both their time and his magic.

“Good.” He said. “Now you know why I said to tie the mounts further down the wall from where we were.” Helping her up, he paused to listen to the challenging bellow of demonic expletives Bashurra was issuing. “Ah. He thinks the army just tried a futile sneak attack. He's coming for 'them'.”

“And that means it’s time for us to go.” said Rai, though she was a bit dismayed to realize just how easily the demon had shrugged off a weapon that would have reduced even moderately powerful spirit beasts to puddles of bubbling ooze.

Neither acknowledged this fact to one another as they made their way toward the mounts.

***

Amid the scrum of minotaurs working to prepare the
hwachas
, a half elven man dashed up to Percival and gave a quick salute. If he noticed Taylin and Ru, he gave no indication. “Sir, spotters just confirmed that something just blew off part the wall out there. They're saying it was an earthbolt the size of a cerato.”

Percival nodded gravely and waved the man off with thanks before looking at the pair before him. “You were right. He can use
era-a
even in this desolation. Probably everything else too.”

“He's coming.” Ru smiled in a predatory fashion, the thrill of the hunt heavy in the link. He looked down to see that Percival was wearing four red-striped grenades on his belt. “Can I make use of one of those?”

“I thought you said you had access to
flaer
too.” the general asked reproachfully.

Ru shrugged. “I'm curious about them.”

“This isn't a creche.” Percival flared his wings with indignation. “This is a battle in which my people will be injured and killed. Satisfy your curiosity another time, Mister...”

Another predatory smile. Taylin braced for Ru to say something unnecessarily provocative. “Rune Breaker.” He said with too much growl in his voice, and before Percival could process that, added, “But very well. I will need use of that
zome
store of
akua
your people are building up.”

Percival knew the legend of the Rune Breaker. As a sellsword, he'd even heard boasts from companies that hiring them was as good as having the Rune Breaker in hand. No one had ever claimed to
be
the Rune Breaker in the same say that no one claimed to be the goddess Hessa's favorite shawl, or the first sword of the Mother of Blades. He let it pass because there were more important things to discuss.

“We're building it up for defensive fortifications: frost wards, icicle palisades, and the like.”

Ru moved his hand and suddenly he was holding the spell diagram he'd been drawing earlier, pulled from the same folded space his scythe resided in. “Do you know what this does?”

Percival repressed a sigh and called out for a battlemage.

He was answered by a tall, swarthy man with a carefully maintained beard almost identical to Ru's and a mane of carefully combed, very dark brown hair that fell about his shoulders. He was dressed in crisp, white trousers, knee high boots of highly polished leather, and a white great coat with a high collar, dark gray piping, and intricate silver toggles that fell to his knees and had two splits in the back that were also fastened with silver. There was a patch over his heart; three wavy lines, tilted slightly to one side and stacked one above the other within a circle, the spell diagram for
vin crea
, all depicted in the same gray as his piping.

There was a slight shift in the wind at his approach and a scent hit Taylin's nose that made her heart flutter unexpectedly with a mix of dread, curiosity, and something she couldn't identify.

The newcomer looked from his general to his two guests, and bowed low, never taking his eyes off them. “Golden Son of the Misno Tribe, Tal Eserin pur Tal Dray; Wind Mason and Captain of the aerial forces of this army.”

Ru looked him up and down carefully. “'Wind Mason. I take that to be a title for a skilled
vin
specialist?” The man nodded and Ru returned it, “And Golden Son. Dragonsired?”

Tal Eserin gave Percival an aside glance and the general nodded. The wind mason stiffened and his body didn't so much as contort, as run like warm wax. His jaws stretched and became a muzzle full of teeth, his hands distorted, sprouting black claws and growing until they were slightly too large for his frame. His boots, apparently engineered for the purpose, split and stretched at convenient seams and panels to allow his toes to grow the same while his weight shifted off his heel and entirely onto the balls of his feet. Fine, golden scales, a quarter the size of those that grew in patches on Taylin when she was agitated, grew everywhere, covering his body in an auric sheen. The hair on his head melted into a thicket of spines of a darker color, but his beard remained, now messy and savage as it stretched beneath the elongated jaw.

Through the slits in the back of his coat extended two more arms, already scaled in gold, and with incredibly long fingers. A veiny, golden membrane stretched between them and back down to where the arms emerged from below his shoulder blades.

He fanned the new wings in the air a moment before folding them neatly with each hooking two finger-claws over his shoulders. Now in his new form, he sniffed once, delicately, and glanced at Taylin with slight confusion that he quickly hid to address Ru's question.

“Yes.” He finished simply. “The general needed me to look at something for you?”

Ru looked unimpressed by the show and offered up the spell diagram. “I want to use your
akua
reserves for this.”

Tal Eserin studied the diagram and saw something; in what was just a jumble of meaningless circles and symbols to Taylin; that made him smile wide enough to reveal two rows of teeth. He looked back to Percival with a twinkle in his eyes. “I recommend allowing it, sir. This type of spell will leave the majority of the energy it uses open to reclamation. We can let him have his shot, and then raise our defenses as needed.”

Percival raised an eyebrow at the amusement the captain was displaying, but said to Ru, “Carry on then. Captain, send word to the all our fliers not in the Air Guard to form up here, on you. We'll mount an airborne charge once the
hwacha
fire off to give the battlemagi time to reclaim and raise wards. Jaks,” He looked to the minotaur, “Order the spirit beast specialists to the fore just in case the enemy makes it this far. Walls start a quarter mile from where we stand.”

His subordinates snapped to, and as they began their preparations, Ru took the diagram and set it on the ground. As he levitated above it, legs crossed beneath him, Taylin frowned at him. “You were drawing that even as you were saying you wouldn't help.”

“That is correct, Miss Taylin.” he said, holding a hand out toward where the
akua
reserve was being massed.

She didn't bother trying to mask her annoyance. Before she could say a word, however, he cut her off. “But what you are thinking now is also incorrect. I didn't intend to use this spell for this battle. I had every intention to stand aside for this until forced to intervene because of the link.”

“Then what changed your mind?”

Ru shut his eyes in concentration. The diagram's inked symbols began to glow with a soft, blue light. As Taylin watched, they began to drift off the page and into the grass around it. Some also began to rise into the air like fireflies at dusk.

“Because you were right, Miss Taylin: I do indeed enjoy violence and mayhem. Whatever reason Immurai has for forcing a fight now and in this place; Bashurra is an old enough and powerful enough servant of the Threefold Moon that murdering him will at least make up for it.”

The symbols continued to rise and were increasing in size, forming a sphere around Ru that slowly rotated around him.

Taylin suppressed a sigh because she knew she shouldn't have been hoping for deeper or more noble reasons in the first place. With arms folded, she took a few steps back to let him work. When she did, her nose alerted her to the return of Tal Eserin even before he spoke.