Anselm didn’t bother with any attempts at the same games he had played on first leading Ingvar and Ryan in. With two angry Dwarves at his back and a golem that had already attacked him once, he simply wanted to get this done with so he could think of some way to counter his mistake.
He should have known better than to think Dietmar could handle an elderly Dwarf. Any species in its fading years develops a certain canniness; the king may have been older than the Dwarf but he was by no means old for an Elf.
And then there was the matter of that peculiar golem. Anselm couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something very odd there. For something of supposedly limited scope, it certainly seemed to know when it was being directly watched and when it was not. He had caught it looking around as if to study the forest as it had the Elven settlement a few times now from the corner of his eye.
Behind the Elf and slightly to his left walked Gudmund, though the younger Dwarf’s attention was nearly all for his fellow Dwarf. The last of a traitor clan, Ingvar had not been anything like what he had expected. He had chalked it up to age, at first; but the longer he watched the Son of the Hills, the more certain he was that the other was hiding something.
That was nothing to be too amazed at, possibly; Dwarves were amazing keepers of secrets and as Lorekeeper, Ingvar certainly had plenty of those. He suspected this had little to do with ancient secrets, however. Though Ingvar stomped ahead without so much as looking over his shoulder, it wasn’t lost on Gudmund that he was also kept his eyes turned down to the earth, head slightly tilted as if listening.
And indeed; Ingvar was listening. He was making sure Ryan was matching them step for step, not trusting Anselm to try some trick to sate his curiosity. He would deal with Gudmund once they were out of the forest; until then, he didn’t count any of them as safe. If Anselm had earned his king’s ire in some way, it would not be unlike these mercurial creatures to decide to simply get rid of the two troublesome Dwarves and a noble who lost a bit of face.
If that came about, they would likely try to appropriate the boy and find a few things best left unknown. Death didn’t hold the fear for Ingvar it likely did for his unwilling companions, but he had no intention of meeting it yet. Not while he still had something to take care of.
Bringing up the tail of the party, Ryan was doing his level best to simply play the obedient doll; an act he was steadily finding more and more difficult to pull off. Who would have ever thought just pretending to not be able to speak or think could be so hard? He didn’t even have an actual tongue to nip to remind himself to stay silent when this or that question began to occur to him.
Such as questions about the strange…bird? he had glimpsed through the canopy on a chance look overhead. He didn’t know what was considered normal in this world but he’d think some sort of fire bird be bad for a forest. And he was pretty sure it was on fire.
With Anselm and this other Dwarf here, however, he couldn’t ask questions without exposing himself. He only knew what ‘commands’ Ingvar had given him because of gestures; he hardly had any knowledge of the language himself.
And even if he did, the other Dwarf was also here. Would it be strange for a rune doll to take that kind of initiative? Ingvar did say they were intelligent within a certain capacity even without a borrowed soul.
While Ryan pondered what he should do, he caught sight of that ‘bird’ again; then he flat out stopped at realizing there were now two, circling lower over the forest. Ingvar turned back, gesturing for Ryan to keep going, then looked up as the doll abruptly pointed upward.
The warning came almost too late. Ingvar roared to Anselm and Gudmund to get down as he dashed for Ryan, yanking the doll to the earth as the woods around them exploded into flame. Stone talons clacked shut where the two had been standing only seconds before as it rose back up into the sky, though the second was quick in following suit.
Ingvar and Ryan scrambled and rolled along the ground, trying to avoid the talons that snatched at them. The forest was rapidly darkening as fires set by the beasts’ wings continued to spread around them and Ryan could hear someone- probably Anselm- coughing and choking in the murky smoke. Gudmund appeared about of it quickly, however, head ducked down to keep himself below the current smoke line.
“The smoke is our advantage for now; come Ingvar!� The blond Dwarf hauled the elder up, then gestured with an imperious word to Ryan to follow. The doll was paying little mind to him, however.
Somewhere in that smoke, the coughing had stopped. Ryan was no fireman but he’d certainly seen enough movies to know that wasn’t a good sign for Anselm. Gudmund shouted after him in consternation as the doll simply took off for where he had heard the coughs, but Ingvar only smiled as he steadied himself against the other Dwarf.
“You could not stop that one.� Born in the wrong era, Ryan had been. He was far too willing to challenge first wights and now firebeasts. “Follow; we will need to stay beneath the smoke.�
The two Dwarves didn’t have to go far to find the doll and Elf; Ryan was dragging the scarlet maned lord along the ground, plainly trying to keep him beneath the smoke. On seeing the two, Ryan waved Ingvar over quickly.
“I can’t tell if he’s breathing…� Gudmund simply stopped cold at those words from the doll, then he narrowed his eyes and watched the doll closer as he knelt by Anselm. Ingvar crouched down and put his hand over the Elf’s mouth briefly, then nodded.
“He still breathes if only just. Do you mean to take him from the fire then, Runa?� Ingvar hid a smile under his beard at the doll’s shocked look; the idea hadn’t even occurred to him. “Always the odd lot, your kind are. Well, pick him up, boy! Those beasts are not gone; Gudmund and I need our hands and weapons free. I would bet my beard they are simply waiting to see us flushed out; then they will be on us again.�
Ryan began to lift the Elf up over his shoulders then paused to eye the smoke. It was easy enough for the Dwarves to stay below it, but he was a good bit taller. He scooped him up like a child instead to both Dwarves’ apparent amusement, then they set out under the smoke again.
This time, it was Gudmund who realized the massive beasts’ approach first, hearing the fire of their wings over the crackling of the forest as the other two ran.
“Down!� The trees exploded into flame anew as Ryan and Ingvar hastened to comply; the doll was a far slower target with his burden, however, and though he avoided being hefted up by the reaching talon, it sent him sprawling as the beast rose up again.
The second beast descended as the other rose, its talons closing into the earth around the doll and Elf. It began to lift them, dirt and all, when a Dwarven axe found its home in the beast’s flank, the enchantments on the blade lending its bite a sting that set the creature keening and tumbling to the earth. It released its hold on its captives to whirl around and face its attacker while Ryan scrambled to pull Anselm out of the way of the fiery tail.
A roar warned Ryan the other beast had returned as he tried to drag the unconscious Elf out of harm’s way. He looked up to be greeted by the sight of a reaching talon abruptly shattering beneath a warhammer’s strike as Gudmund roared his challenge, though unlike the one Ingvar faced, this one gave no cry of pain. The talon began to reform before their eyes as the beast landed and swiveled its fiery head level with the younger Dwarf, ash lips curling back to reveal fangs of stone.
“A demon’s craft these are; flee Son of the Mountains! Your hammer is no bane to these!� The beast Ingvar faced had proven to fare far worse than that which stalked Gudmund; where the axe had struck, shadows bled and dampened the flames. Its fiery wings were rent and torn and as Ryan watched, a leg was sent flying from beneath the beast by a blow of the axe. Slow with age Ingvar might be; but his axe was an obvious bane to the beast, and it was by far and away clumsier and slower than the Dwarf.
Gudmund’s wasn’t even harmed. The hammer connected again and again as the beast lunged and snapped or swiped its talons at him; these creatures were hardly fast once land bound. But though the stone shattered at every hit, it merely drew itself back together again after the blow had passed and Gudmund could feel his arms growing heavier with every swing.
The beast didn’t have to outpace him; it only had to outlast him.
A growl of helpless frustration rose out of Gudmund’s chest as he struck again at the swiping talons; when the leg shattered this time, he simply turned to flee the beast. He could see the truth in Ingvar’s warning, but it left the taste of bile in his throat all the same to flee a battle. Unfortunately, the irate beast was not interested in letting its irritant simply flee. It threw itself into the air for a brief flight, crashing into the trees over the Dwarf and sending fire laden splinters flying as it lunged for him again while the branches and trunks gave beneath its weight.
Ryan watched, sickened, as the beast seemed sure to kill the Dwarf, who could raise only his useless hammer in response. Someone was about to die right in front of him. Again.
“Hey! Hey! Over here; aren’t I what you’re after?! Sure looked like it a minute ago! You’re going after the wrong person you stupid thing!� Not the most creative insult he had ever thought of, but the beast’s lunge missed its mark as its head shifted slightly to follow the sound of his voice. Gudmund was slammed into one of the trees rather than snatched up by the jaws instead; though he didn’t rise to his feet, a low groan assured Ryan the Dwarf still lived at least.
Ingvar cursed as he heard the boy’s shouting. He left the wounded beast he had been attempting to finish off to flounder about at the edge of the smoke choked clearing and ran for the doll, even as the beast charged. Its wings were flared out as it built its momentum; the intention of the attack was obvious. Snare the doll as it went aloft; Ryan hadn’t been incorrect at which of them the beasts had consistently attacked first plainly.
With such speed on its side, there was very little the beast could do to alter its course when the Dwarf hurtled past the doll and Elf. The axe bit deep into the rock and flame of its chest, pouring smoke and shadow out onto the Dwarf as the thing pulled up and away from its assailant. Wings flapping wildly, it sought to take to the air again, but for every flap of its wings, more pieces of it fell to earth until only a heap of broken, seared stone remained.
Behind them, a similar pile smoldered amid smaller ones left by the battle against Ingvar; the wounds finished what the Dwarf himself had left undone.
“You are either courageous or a fool, boy!� but for all of Ingvar’s bluster and Ryan’s contrite look, the Dwarf could feel a certain pride. If anyone ever questioned his decision to save the boy, whether he was worth saving, he had his answer for certain now.
“Bah; go see to Gudmund; he was more knocked about than your baggage.� Ingvar knelt by Anselm to check the Elf’s breathing and other vitals. Ryan started off to comply and Gudmund over to be similarly tended when another roar cut through the air.
Above them, a third beast was descending once Ryan was half way between the two Dwarves. With no cover to flee for, Ryan simply threw himself down to the earth, expecting to feel the claws closing about him and raising him into the sky.
The talons snapped shut and Ryan cried out; then blinked to realize he had heard an echo of sorts to his own voice. Nor had the claws closed on him, but just above him. He raised his head cautiously to look up as the beast roared in triumph and rose into the sky; then blinked again to see…himself? dangling from its claws helplessly as it disappeared into the distance.
“What in the…� He crawled cautiously to his knees and looked at Ingvar, who only shook his head and pointed downward. Ryan followed the gesture to find Anselm’s eyes half opened and bleary, but plainly the Elf something like aware, at least.
“Illusions come as natural as breathing to an Elf, boy, and fool more than the eyes. Keep that in mind when his debt is paid in full.� Ingvar frowned down at the Elf, not denying a certain relief when the other slipped into unconsciousness again. Timely that might have been, but he was under no illusions to what had driven Anselm to act.
A life debt was a heavy thing and few cared to owe them. He would have to watch the Elf carefully from here on.
“That should be the last then; they think they have you. Gather up Gudmund and let us be off before the illusion fades and it returns.� It was time to get to something like safety and settle down for a bit; and figure out what to do with the unwanted burdens they had acquired.