Book 5: Chapter 12: - Guilty Parties

Book 5: Chapter 12: - Guilty Parties

A distant rumble sounded off to his right, muffled by the trees, and Valla said, “The ship went down.”

“Yeah. Shit!” Victor grimaced and ground the knuckles of his left hand into the tree’s rough bark, squeezing out sticky sap and sending crumbles to the soft, needle-covered ground at his feet. “I should have done something to help them!”

“You acted quickly. What could you have done? Leap into the air and try to block all the fireballs? I’m the one who should have stayed! I should have waited for the riders to get closer and struck them with lightning!”

“Nah,” Victor said, his thoughts clarifying as he heard Valla’s self-recrimination. “They weren’t coming into range until all their little flaming missiles hit. They knew what they were doing.”

“No, they didn’t, not if they were sent for you. Did they really think a crashed airship would stop you?”

Victor grunted in response, scanning between the trees, trying to see any sign that the strigaii riders had landed and were searching for him. They must have seen him leap free; he wasn’t exactly small. A flicker of movement downslope caught his attention, and he held up his hand for silence, staring at the spot. His eyes were good, amazing, really, if you compared them to how he remembered his vision back on Earth. The flash of movement must have been half a mile distant, glimpsed between trees and underbrush, but he’d seen it, and as he stared, he caught another sighting of something bright, glinting in fading sunlight.

He pointed toward what he’d seen, and Valla nodded, shifting behind a tree, Midnight held ready in her two hands. Victor motioned to the right, then pointed to himself. When Valla nodded, he pointed to the left and then at her. She didn’t wait for further instruction, slipping away through the trees, silent as a ghost as she glided down the hillside. Victor altered his Sovereign Will boost from strength and vitality to agility and dexterity and, surprisingly quiet for a giant, began to work his way through the trees to the right, downslope, trying to flank whomever he’d seen.

He held Lifedrinker ready in his hands and kept his rage-attuned Energy at bay in his pathways, ready to surge and explode into violence. Anyone seeing his face would have felt a near-irresistible urge to turn and move quickly in the opposite direction. His brows were heavy with fury, his mouth twisted in a grimace that promised violence. As he skulked through the trees, Victor channeled some fear-attuned Energy and cast Manifest Spirit, summoning a pack of silent, menacing, purple-black coyotes. With a thought, Victor sent them out in a wider net, looking for his foes.

He'd covered half the ground toward the spot of color he’d seen and was moving between two massive blue-green needle-clad trees when, in a haze of white heat, a ball of flames erupted from the undergrowth not twenty yards ahead of him. Victor roared and stepped into the fiery missile, swinging Lifedrinker at it as though he meant to hit a baseball into the stands. The projectile of flame was larger than it appeared, and though he smashed the axe directly into its center, it exploded into a conflagration that stripped the area around Victor of life, blistering plants, blackening bark, and doing a fantastic job of stoking Victor’s fury.

The impact with the fireball had awoken Lifedrinker, and her glowing, molten-metal fury came to the surface, rippling the air around her with waves of heat. Victor jumped, more forward than up, lifting Lifedrinker’s smoldering, white-hot axe blade over his head in a two-handed grip. His armor was untouched by the flames, though his pants were singed, and his arms and face reddened by the exposure.

He streaked through the air, trailing smoke, the forest behind him ablaze, and when he crashed through the shrubs, his knee impacted a tall Shadeni wearing heavy red robes, smashing him to the ground. Victor could feel bones snapping and guts bursting as his enormous titan-sized form bore down on the man. Still, he stood, fluid and graceful with his heightened agility, and brought Lifedrinker down, severing the man’s head from his shoulders.

Victor lifted his face toward the reddening sky and roared, his great lungs bellowing his fury. The sound echoed and reverberated among the trees and, distantly, off the far side of the valley. Suddenly the forest around him was filled with howls and yips as his hunting companions responded, unable to resist the urge to sing with him. Victor’s soot-stained lips pulled back in a feral grin, exposing bright white teeth, and he charged into the trees, scanning for any sign of his next enemy.

His coyotes found someone before he did, and Victor could feel their excitement and hear the success in their howls and yips, so he turned sharply to the right, sprinting toward them. Somehow, he knew where they were, the knowledge coming from somewhere deeper than his bones. When he burst through a thin stand of saplings, sending twigs and leaves flying and slender trunks snapping and whipping in his passage, he found three of his coyotes growling and circling an Ardeni man, one different from any other Victor had met.

The man was tall and slender, wearing form-fitting, gleaming silvery armor—some kind of metal that looked impossibly fine and light; could it really provide protection? Victor’s mind only had a moment to contemplate before he noticed the man’s cat-like ears, oversized, angular eyes, long, black claws, and swishing, blue-furred tail. He was so startled and drew so many amusing connections to jokes Thayla and Valla had made about growing tails that he almost lost hold of his rage. A demented chuckle escaped his throat before he got a grip on himself, and, in that brief moment, the blue-skinned and furred man, striking like a viper, dispatched one of his coyotes with a long, curved knife.

Victor surged forward, filling the gap left by his vanquished companion, stepping through the black mist the poor coyote left behind and whipping Lifedrinker in a sideways cleave, aiming to separate the man’s top half from the bottom. He was slippery, though, graceful in a way that even Valla would struggle to replicate. As Lifedrinker smoked through the air, the Ardeni slipped under her arc, came up close to Victor, and brought that wicked blade around as though he meant to cut Victor’s kidney out.

Victor was no slouch, no novice of the axe. When Lifedrinker didn’t make contact, he quickly recovered, and, as his opponent came close, really only standing about as high as Victor’s waist, he released his grip on the haft with his left and reached down to grasp the slender man’s shoulder. The Ardeni’s blade skittered and scraped against his wyrm-scale vest, and his eyes went wide with surprise. Had his wicked stab never been defeated before? Victor wasn’t surprised; he could feel the Energy in the man’s movements—he’d conducted a powerful attack.

Still, the blade didn’t penetrate his armor, and now Victor had ahold of him. “Game over,” he growled, then bore down with all his might, squeezing the slender shoulder until he felt bones grinding against each other. He lifted the struggling cat-Ardeni from the ground and, choking up his grip on Lifedrinker with his right hand, hacked the blade sideways, burying her gleaming edge deep between his enemy’s ribs. The man gasped and clawed at Victor’s arm, dragging those long claws along his flesh, raising welts, but nothing more.

“No,” he moaned, his voice a snarl of disbelief as the light faded from his eyes. “No! How?”

Victor released his shoulder, dropped him to the ground, and pressed him to the soil with Lifedrinker’s handle, watching his face. “Who are you?” he growled, giving the axe a bit of a twist.

“Oof!” the man hissed, blood spattering out of his sharp-fanged grimace. From the corner of his eye, Victor saw the man’s long-clawed hand twitch, and a bright red, swirling bulb of liquid appeared in it. Seeing the potion and not knowing where his other enemies were, Victor decided to seek his answers elsewhere. He pushed down with all his weight, driving Lifedrinker’s edge deep into the man’s chest cavity, and then he gave her a savage twist. Wet cracks sounded as the Ardeni’s ribs spread apart, and gouts of dark blood watered the forest floor.

Victor pulled Lifedrinker free, her blade gleaming with inner, molten fury. He smiled at her and growled, “You didn’t have trouble with that armor, did you?”This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

Let us hunt! There are more foes about!

“Right,” he grunted, whistling and gesturing for his coyotes to take up the chase. He’d been so focused on finding the source of movement and color he’d seen earlier, so caught up in his two quick skirmishes, that he hadn’t spared Valla a second thought. Now, though, he began to worry a bit. If there were five attackers, and he’d dealt with only two, Valla could be in trouble. “Valla!” he called, turning in the direction she should be coming from if she’d been able to flank this foe with him.

“You traitorous whore . . .” his words were cut off, replaced by a wail of agony, as Victor, growling, pressed down on his knee.

“Watch your tongue. Answer her questions.” As he spoke, though, Victor felt an alert from his remaining coyotes; they’d found something. “My companions found her.” He turned in the direction he felt them, straining his ears.

“Wait!” the man gasped. “Let her live, and I’ll answer your questions. She had no part in the attack.”

“Well,” Victor nodded, lifting his foot. “That’s a start. So, tell Valla your name and the name of your friend, and I’ll try to keep my companions from killing her.”

“She’s not my friend; she’s my wife. I’m Chokodo-dak, and my wife is Reesha-dak. I’m a Princep of the Empire, and you’ve made great enemies today.”

“Oh, that’s a little stupid, don’t you think? I mean, we must already have had those enemies because you started this shit.” Victor looked at Valla and asked, “Do you recognize the name?”

Her face had lost all expression, and she was staring at the man, peering into his flickering, golden-lit eyes, and she said, “Aye, Victor. I have. This doesn’t bode well for the expedition.”

“Hah!” Chokodo spat, blood sluicing down his chin. “Your expedition, or do you mean your rebellion? Do you think the Empire so blind, so deaf?

“You have any way to bind this asshole?”

“We could hood and tie him. Even a powerful Energy user would struggle to cause trouble for you or me with such restraints. If we bring him to Rellia, she’ll have the means to hobble his Energy use.”

Chokodo slumped at her words, defeat plain on his face. “Could you not spare me an elixir to speed my recovery? I’ll not struggle further. I am beaten.”

“Take his rings, stow his weapons, tie him up, and I’ll go fetch his wife.” Victor looked at the bloodied man for a long moment, thinking about the sailors, probably dead, and spat to the side. “No healing for him. He’s mending fast enough.”

“Understood,” Valla said, picking up the man’s severed hand and peeling the rings from the fingers. She glanced at Victor, still standing there, reluctant to leave, and added, “Go. He’s in hand.”

Victor grunted and turned, bounding through the forest toward his coyotes, instinctually aware that they had someone cornered. He only had to cover about a mile before he broke free of the trees onto a long grassy slope that led down toward a river that cut through the center of the valley. He saw, staked not far away, the five strigaii, their wings folded back and their beaks low to the ground. Victor narrowed his eyes to see what they were doing and saw bones and hunks of meat; they were eating. Just past them, back to a tall tree as though she’d tried to flee upslope, was a Shadeni woman grasping a golden rod, using it to fend off the tentative lunges of his companions.

Victor strode toward her and, with a thought, called his coyotes away, urging them to back off and expand their circle around her. As they obeyed his command and the woman looked up to see the furious, armor-clad giant stomping toward her, a great, smoldering axe in his hands, she blanched and looked around, perhaps seeking an avenue of escape. Her gaze settled on the strigaii, and Victor knew she was thinking about trying to run through two of his companions, past him, and onto the back of one of the beasts. He cleared his throat, reached into his Core, and severed the flow of rage that was feeding his Iron Berserk spell.

As his size diminished, Victor lifted Lifedrinker to his shoulder, holding her haft with one hand, and then he called, “You don’t look like a fighter. I don’t know your role in all of this, but you’ll fare better if you don’t try to run.”

The woman, Reesha-dak, lifted her rod, and a shimmering, blue, egg-shaped barrier flickered into being around her. She said, “I can defend myself, sirrah!” Her voice trembled, and she held the scepter sideways in front of her lacy, black blouse.

Seeing the scepter and her fancy shirt, Victor studied her for a moment, taking in the many rings, bracelets, and necklaces. He was no expert, but he’d seen plenty of gems since leaving Earth and recognized some valuable, perfectly cut stones among her jewelry. Her hair was pulled tight to her scalp, back in a perfectly coiffed bun, and atop her head was a delicate golden tiara bedecked with sparkling rubies. A gauzy black veil hung from the edge of her crown, covering her face and held firm by softly glowing purple gems at its bottom fringe. Victor could just see the purple-red hue of her eyes through the dense gauze.

She had to be wearing more wealth than he’d ever seen on display, even considering Rellia or the noble Vesh in Coloss. “What’s your story, Princess?” he asked, sighing. “Why’d that dipshit, er, what was his name, Choco? Why’d he bring you along to attack my airship?”

“How dare you? You aren’t fit to speak Chokodo-dak’s name, let alone question his actions!”

Victor chuckled, moving closer, now just a few feet away. He could feel the Energy she’d expended to create her shield and knew he could smash that little barrier with barely a thought. Still, he paused in front of her and said, “Your companions are dead. Your husband is in chains. You’ll both answer for your crimes today. Don’t make me embarrass you further.”

“Crimes? Chokodo serves the Empire! He acts on the emperor’s explicit orders!”

Victor growled, feeling his rage surging, wanting out of his Core. In a compromise, he released his hold on his aura, letting it spread out around him, and Reesha fell backward, sliding down the trunk of the tree, tears springing into her eyes as the scepter rolled out of her hand. Victor leaned forward and said, his voice thick with righteous indignation, for, in his mind, he was innocent of blame—he hadn’t started this shit, “I’ll let Rellia sort out what you’re guilty of; as for the emperor, maybe that asshole needs to answer for his crimes, too.”