'Are you sure about the gnolls, humans?' Jouka demanded again as he stepped away from the window slot. 'I see nothing but the storm out there.'
'And the storm doesn't seem odd to you?' the Harper asked.
'It is winter. Storms come up quickly here.'
'No, Jouka,' Vil interceded. 'Mis storm's not natural.' 'And what about Luski?' Martine added.
'Brother Jouka,' the guard at the door shouted excitedly, 'there's something moving out there!'
Crrrack!
The gate exploded in a sudden crescendo of noise. A screaming rain of sharp wooden projectiles rode the shock wave of the blast, splintered from the shattered doors with all the fury of a hurricane wind. The jagged wood ripped clothes and flesh alike, tangled in Martine's hair, and tore at her skin. The blow slammed the slight woman against the side wall, bruising her good shoulder.
Rising to her feet, the Harper drew her sword and took quick stock of the situation. A shrieking gnome stumbled past, half his ruddy face gouged by the wood. Other screams filled the air. At the back of the hall, the ranger could barely see Jouka amid the upheaval, thrown to the rear by the force of the blast. Vil was sprawled onto a bench opposite her, startled but apparently all right. The gnomes between them reeled in confusion.
The gate itself hung half shattered in the doorway, splintered boards held up by the heavy wooden bar that lay askew in the portal, partially blocking the opening. Cold air whistled through the gaps, one of which was large enough to see through clearly. Beyond, in the eerie golden light of the storm, stood the elemental, its slick body gleaming with the same whitish gold that bathed the ground. There was a look of intense satisfaction on its bestial face as it raised its hands before it. Silver white energy flashed between its fingertips, rapidly spinning into a hardened ball of glowing ice. 'Me creature threw back its wedgelike head with a cry of triumph, a sanguinary howl taken up by the gnolls Martine now saw clustered behind him. It echoed and reechoed through the chamber.
Deliberately the elemental turned his attention to the gate once more, raising the sphere that hovered between his hands.
'Get down, everybodyl' Martine bellowed in the loudest voice she could, while at the same instant translating words to action. The Harper had barely flattened herself on the floor before the second explosion rocketed from the elemental's hands. The ice ball smashed into the partially shattered gate like a stone from a catapult and exploded in a hail of icy, needlelike shards. This second blast felt harder than the first, since the broken gate afforded little protection. The hall shook, and fresh screams rang out as the razorlike ice ripped through gnomes still staggering from the first assault. Dirt sifted through new gaps in the ceiling boards. The gate bar flexed, then snapped with an explosive crack. The remaining door planks burst from the frame and flew across the hall like projectiles. The lintel over the door buckled and groaned, long splits rippling through the carved beam. Snow quickly filled the air through the gaping opening.
Even before the dirt and snow had settled, the gnolls were charging forward. The gate was a shattered tangle, a barrier no more. The first line of the warren's defenses had been destroyed in a matter of seconds.
'What was that?' Vil shouted as he scrambled forward to fill the breach. Martine jerked her sword free and stumbled up to join him, stepping amid the mewling bodies of the gnomes who'd been closest to the door.
'How should I know?' the woman gasped. 'With Vreesar's powers, maybe-'
The rush of the Burnt Fur cut short any further talk as the dog-men sprang through the wreckage. The first gnoll through the gap took both their swords full in the chest and died before it even had a chance to clear the threshold. It had not yet fallen when another wild-eyed gnoll elbowed the dying body out of the way, jabbing with a spike-headed axe as it kicked away the broken boards. The wolf-man was quick, beating back their blades as it bulled forward. Another gnoll with a maul battered the still-standing frame to widen the gap.
Jouka, his face blood-streaked and eyes ablaze, slipped between the two humans and darted beneath the gnoll's axe to stab the beast in the thigh with his thick-bladed spear. Howling, the gnoll swung downward at its new tormentor, lowering its guard in the process. Martine hacked furiously at it, and the gnoll's hand suddenly flew free of the beast's body. The gnoll staggered back, screeching as blood jetted from the stump. Just as Vil moved in for the kill, the maul-wielder crashed through the remaining splinters and swung madly at the former paladin. Vil shifted targets in midswing and chopped the second gnoll across the face. The maul crashed down helplessly as the gnoll flopped forward with a gurgling spray of blood, its lower jaw and windpipe sliced away.
For a second, Martine thought the three of them just might be able to hold the tide at the gate. The gnolls in the
front rank had been killed, and the reinforcements were already falling back, fleeing from the bloodbath in the doorway
Then, too late to do anything about it, Martine saw Vireesar raising its hands for yet another blast. The elementals tiny mouth twisted in triumph as it callously condem
'Gods-'
The rest of Martine's oath was extinguished by an explosive roar. The shock wave, an invisible bubble of force, hit like a battering ram, jerking the Harper from the floor and flinging her slight body toward the back wall. The dying axe-wielder had caught the full force of the magical blast in its back. Now its body flopped forward with a flattish, splayed look, riddled by ice-torn holes. Its insides spilled through the huge gashes. Jouka was hurled across the debris-cluttered floor, bouncing against the overturned benches that blocked his way. Vil, whom she could barely see, reeled against a side wall as he awkwardly avoided falling ceiling timbers.
The ground came up hard, even though Martine's fall was cushioned by a tangle of Vani. Her side, blistered and torn, took the brunt of her slide, so that Martine's knees buckled as she crawled free from the struggling mass.
There was no rush into the gaping breach. The gnolls were apparently unwilling to charge lest their chieftain launch another strike. That delay was all the Vani had going for them. Reaching out, the woman seized dazed Jouka by the collar and dragged him from the center of the floor. 'Get them out of here! We can't hold out any longer'
Jouka didn't argue. Instead, he merely nodded weakly. 'Fall back!' he gasped, shoving nearby warriors toward the inner door. They required no further urging.
A strong hand grabbed Martine's shoulder and hoisted her up. 'Thank Torm, you're alive!' Vil breathed huskily. 'I fear the warren is lost.' He pulled her toward the temporary safety of the inner hall, for they both knew the respite granted by the gnolls would not last.
'We can still defeat them,' Martine objected. They were the last two through the inner gates. The doors quickly closed behind them. Tables and benches were braced against the doors-anything that could absorb the brunt of Vreesar's icy blasts.
'At what cost, Harper? There are women and children here.' A Vani scream from the outer chamber, drawn out and agonizing riveted everyone's attention. The gnolls were celebrating their victory. At least it will buy us more time, Martine noted grimly.
'Would you sacrifice them, too?' Vil demanded, speaking not only to the woman but also to Jouka, whose face was set hard. 'It's time to evacuate the warren.'
'This is our home! This dirt is in our blood,' Jouka snarled contemptuously. 'We will not run. Maybe you would be chased out of your home and idly watch it burn, human, but we make our stand here.' Jouka looked fiercely to his fellows for support, but instead of a passionate band of warriors, he saw a handful of tired and frightened family men who held no false illusions of honor. The dwindling screams from beyond their sight reminded all of the fate that might be in store for their wives and children.
'Jouka, the human is right,' Elder Sumalo gasped. The priest had been wounded in the first blast and now lay on a litter, bloody blankets bound around his side. 'We cannot stand against their magic. Every door we close will be blasted like the first. We must think of our families.'
'Where will we go, Elder Sumalo? If we leave the warren, we'll freeze,' Jouka protested. 'It's all the fault of this human-her and her plan.'
'Who is at fault is not the issue, Jouka. Survival is,' Martine countered. 'Look, we can hole up at Vil's cabin.'
'Unfortunately it lies that way.' Vil pointed toward the doors leading to the east gate. 'We'll never make it from another gate in this storm.'
Martine sagged against the wall. She just wanted to give up. Why had Jazrac even offered her…
