Skulduggery grunted in dissatisfaction.
The Cleaver darted toward them before anyone could react, using the scythe like a pole vault to swing himself up, kicking both Skulduggery and Ghastly in the chest at the same time.
They went stumbling back and Tanith came in, sword flashing. The Cleaver dodged back, whirling his scythe to parry the blade.
Sparks flew as the metals clashed, sword against scythe, and such was the ferocity of Tanith's assault that the Cleaver didn't notice Ghastly until it was too late.
Ghastly's strong arms wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides, making him drop the scythe.
Tanith moved in for the kill, and the Cleaver's leg blurred in a crescent, his boot heel slamming into her wrist as she neared. She hissed in pain and dropped the sword, clutching her wrist.
The Cleaver rammed his heel into Ghastly's shin and whacked the back of his helmet against his nose, then kicked both legs into the air and over his head, slipping out from under Ghastly's arms. His hands went to the ground and he continued the movement, sending both boots into Ghastly's face.
Ghastly fell back, and the Cleaver held the handstand for a moment, then dropped back to his feet as Skulduggery came at him.
Skulduggery summoned fire and hurled two handfuls into the Cleaver. The flames didn't catch, but they did throw him back, and Skulduggery threw a lightning-fast jab that he followed with a right hook. He didn't seem to mind that he was hitting a helmet, and Stephanie noted with satisfaction the way their opponent was sent stumbling.
The Cleaver recovered quickly, however, and they started trading punches and kicks, elbows and knees. She watched them block and lock and counterlock, all the while moving around each other in an elaborate and brutal dance.
'Stephanie!' Skulduggery called out as he fought. 'Get out of here!'
'I'm not leaving you!'
'You have to! I don't know how to stop him!'
Tanith snatched her sword off the ground and grabbed Stephanie's arm. 'We have to go,' she said firmly, and Stephanie nodded.
They ran back the way they had come. As they were passing into the office, Stephanie glanced back and saw the Cleaver spin with a kick that sent Skulduggery to the floor. In one fluid movement, the Cleaver got a toe under the staff of the scythe, flicked it up, and caught it, and then he was running after her.
Stephanie burst into the dark alleyway. Tanith pressed her hand against the door as she closed it
— Stephanie heard her mutter, 'Withstand' — and a polished sheen spread across its surface.
'That'll hold him for a minute,' she said.
They ran for the Bentley. The Cleaver pounded on the door behind them, but it wouldn't open, and it wouldn't break. The pounding stopped.
They reached the Bentley, and Tanith looked at Stephanie. 'Do you have the key?'
A window exploded, high up near the warehouse's roof, and the White Cleaver dropped and landed in a crouch in the middle of the alley, shards of glass raining down with him. He straightened up, unfolded his arms, and raised his head.
Tanith stood between the Cleaver and Stephanie, holding the sword in her left hand. She cradled her injured right arm by her side. The Cleaver twirled his scythe slowly.
Skulduggery and Ghastly leaped through the broken window. The Cleaver turned, and Ghastly crashed into him.
'Start the car!' Ghastly yelled.
Skulduggery pressed the keyring and the locks sprang open with a beep, and they jumped in.
The engine roared to life.
'Ghastly!' Skulduggery shouted. 'Let's go!'
Ghastly slammed a punch into the Cleaver and rolled to his feet, but the Cleaver kicked out and Ghastly stumbled. The scythe flashed, the staff whacking against Ghastly's jaw. He dropped to his knees.
'Ghastly!' Stephanie screamed.
Skulduggery opened his door and went to get out, but Ghastly raised his eyes, shook his head.
'We're not leaving you!' Skulduggery shouted.
The Cleaver stepped up to Ghastly, ready to swing the scythe.
'You've got to,' Ghastly said, ever so softly.
He lowered his head and clenched his fists, his eyes closed. As the Cleaver swung, the ground seemed to latch onto Ghastly's knees. It spread instantly, turning his legs to concrete, then his torso, his arms, his head, his entire body in the time it took the scythe to cross the space between them, and when the Cleaver tried to take his head, he could only chip at the neck.
Stephanie instinctively knew what he'd done — this was the last Elemental power, earth, the power Skulduggery had described as purely defensive, and purely for use as a last resort.
The White Cleaver looked directly at Stephanie as Skulduggery put the car in gear. They left them there — the White Cleaver and Ghastly — and sped through the city streets.
Chapter Twenty-six
The Last Stand of . . .
eachan Meritorious waited in the shadow of Dublin's Christ Church Cathedral, watching the world go about its business. There were times when he felt guilty about hiding magic from the masses, when he felt sure that they would embrace the wonder and the beauty if only they were given the opportunity. But then he would come to his senses and realize that humankind had enough things to be worrying about without a subculture that they might see as a threat to their very validity. As an Elder, it was his job to protect
the outside world from truths they weren't yet ready to know.
Morwenna Crow walked up, her dark robes flowing over the grass. She was as clean and as elegant as the day he had first met her.
'It's not like Skulduggery Pleasant to be late,' she remarked.
'Sagacious said he sounded urgent,' Meritorious said. 'He may have run into some difficulty.'
Morwenna looked around the corner of the cathedral, to the busy street beyond the railing. The bright lights, amber and yellow, framed her face. She seemed almost angelic. 'I don't like meeting out in the open like this. We're too exposed. He should know better.'
'Skulduggery picked this place for a reason,' Meritorious said gently. 'I trust his judgment.
He's earned that much, at least.'
They turned as Sagacious Tome appeared beside them, fading up from nothing.
'Sagacious,' Morwenna said, 'did Skulduggery say why he wanted to meet us here?'
Sagacious looked nervous as the materialization completed and he became solid. 'I'm sorry, Morwenna, he just told me to make sure both of you were outside the cathedral.'
'This had better be good,' she said. 'We don't have a lot of time to spare these days. Serpine could strike anywhere, at any time.'
Meritorious watched Sagacious smile sadly.
'That's very true,' Sagacious said. 'And if I may, I just want to take this opportunity to let you both know that in the times when we were friends, they were great times indeed.'
Morwenna laughed. 'We're not dead yet, Sagacious.'
And then he looked at her, and his smile turned to something else. 'Actually, Morwenna, you are.'
The Hollow Men converged and Sagacious faded to nothing. Meritorious didn't even have time to register the betrayal before he saw Serpine striding toward them, holding the Scepter. The Elder instinctively conjured a protective shield that made the air glimmer, but when the crystal flashed, the black lightning came right through the shield like it wasn't even there. Then there was — nothing.
The Administrator charged through a crowd outside the Olympia Theatre, drawing a chorus of angry shouts and curses. He stumbled but managed to stay up, managed to keep running. He glanced behind.
He couldn't see anyone pursuing him. He didn't think he had been seen, but he couldn't be sure.
He had been standing by the car when Nefarian Serpine had appeared. He had seen Meritorious explode into dust and ash, seen the black lightning strike Morwenna Crow as she tried to rush her enemies.
He had ducked down, terrified. Tome had betrayed them. Tome had betrayed them all. So the Administrator
