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[Two Rings to Bind Them] - Part 9
There was a brief moment of silent, tense confusion shared between the occupants of the clearing.
The men had begun to shout queries of “Name yourself!” and “Halt!”. Those were followed by increasingly anxious shouts of “Where is it?” and “Where has it gone?” when the previous questions went unanswered.
Seizing on their disarray, Jaene scooped up Ellie and began to stumble away from the soldiers as fast as she could. Perhaps a stroke of good fortune had finally assailed them, and she would be consigned to Shadow if she didn’t use it. Besides, whatever that shadow was, she was fairly certain she wanted nothing to do with it.
She made it all of six steps before there was a sound behind her, something between a whoomph and a roar. Suddenly, the world span out of control and the ground was no longer there. The air wooshed past as Jaene clutched Ellie tightly and slammed into the ground with a dull thud. A high-pitched yell followed them into the snow, but she wasn’t sure if it was her or someone else who made the sound.
It took a few moments before Jaene came to her senses. Entombed in the cold snow, sounds and light drifted through a hazy veil. There was the blurred clatter and scrape of metal-on-metal, the panicked shrieks of horses and men alike, and the woosh of moved snow.
She rolled over in her little hollow, a slow and painful process. Gritting her teeth, she used one hand to push against the frigid ground while clutching Ellie. Sheets of snow slipped off her as they rose through the thin cover on top of them. The sounds of battle and death sharpened, growing louder as she turned to see what had happened.
The men's torches had been snuffed out in the combat, but that did not stop the moon from outlining the carnage in stark monochrome. Half of the regiment lay scattered on the ground, slashes and pools of darkness splattered on white snow around them. Some were still alive, shuddering and moaning as blood flowed and spouted from their wounds. Their horses had either fallen with them or fled into the trees.
The other half of the men were engaged in brutal combat with the shadow perhaps fifteen paces from where she lay.
They didn’t last long.
Jaene watched as the shadow ducked and weaved through blurred steel at a speed that was seemingly impossible for something so large. The men were invariably driven back step by step by a furious flurry of attacks. One-by-one, they were rended, slashed and beaten to death, hot blood and shredded flesh flying through the air, accompanied by screams of pain and fear.
The last two footmen, young and foolish, stumbled back and turned to flee. They were seized by the creature’s horrifyingly long arms after two steps. They were slowly, effortlessly raised off the ground, their legs kicking and trembling, until a sickening crack resounded through the clearing. The creature released them, their bodies collapsing, limp and lifeless.
There was a shifting in the snow between Jaene and the shadow. The commander- perhaps he had been knocked off his horse first and passed over for butchery. He grunted as he rose to his feet, shaking the snow off his cloak. The creature turned to face him, dripping from its slaughter.
He reached up and seized his hammer, bringing it around to hang loosely by his side. Streams of gold and white light flickered across the steel and drifted to the snow as he muttered a prayer. Yellow sparks began to dust off the head, fading to red and then black as they fell. Finally, lightning began to crackle around the faces of the hammer.
Jaene had only heard about such weapons in psalms and sermons. A weapon, blessed by the Church, by the Father himself. She shuddered at the realization of what this shadow must be to necessitate such a powerful tool.
The commander hefted the weapon into a two-handed grip and raised his eyes to the sky, offering a prayer to the Father, before facing the demon.
“You know what this is, don’t you? It is blessed among steel, a favoured, nay, Divine implement! Your fell arts cannot sunder it, nor your flesh withstand it!”
The only response by the shadow was to break into a long, slow stride towards them.
“Demon!” He howled as he charged at the creature, swooping low to the right and rising into a vicious swing. The hammer became a comet of yellow-white light as it blurred towards the creature’s head.
And then, with one hand and a ringing clang, the shadow caught it.
Jaene realized that the creature’s body was, in fact, not anything of the sort. Rather, it was a bizarre suit of armour, made of a hideous black metal. Thousands of interlocking plates, all masterful sharp edges and harsh curves merely gave it the appearance of warped flesh. Yellow highlights glowed against the edges and curves of its armour as it loomed over the commander. The helm had been forged as a terrible unfeeling skull that gazed down in disdain at the man.
The eye sockets turned to regard first the hammer, still crackling within its grasp and then back to the man’s mortified expression. The commander was sent spinning into the snow as the thing ripped the hammer away with contemptuous ease.
Holding the head in one spiked gauntlet, it raised the hammer up with its arm outstretched and squeezed. Lightning crackled brighter and louder than before with an additional scream of rending metal. Finally, with a great crack and phoom, the hammer shattered and its flash blinded Jaene.
By the time she regained her sight, the commander was already struggling past her. The shadow stood silent, regarding a raised smoking fist in the pale light. It lowered the appendage as it resumed its long, slow strides towards the pair.
The creature reached up somewhere above it its head. Jaene couldn’t quite understand what it did then, for the very air seemed to twist and shimmer and fold as it drew a something long and glimmering out of nowhere. It took her a moment to realize it was a sword, made of the same black metal as the armour, flickering and drinking in the moonlight. Still moving, the creature said something in a guttural language that made Jane’s teeth buzz and hair stand on end. A white-grey wave of fire rippled across the edge of the blade, spewing a stream of black cinders into the night. It lowered the great blade, almost as long as it was tall, to its side as it approached.
For the second time that night, Jaene turned and buried her face in Ellie’s hair. She whispered how much she loved her, that everything would be fine. At least the demon might be quick and clean in its utter disdain for life.
And for the second time that night, no blow came.
She raised her head to see the commander, lying in the snow, desperately attempting to back away from the shadow, once more looming over the cowering man. The commander managed to scramble around to his hands and feet and took a step up the slope.
Meanwhile, the shadow purposefully raised its sword above its head with a single arm. The sword hung suspended in the air, brought alive with moonlight and the dancing fires that crawled along its edge. Then, slowly, almost lazily, the creature let the blade swing down across the commander’s back.
There was a wet sound as the remains of the commander slumped to the snow, steaming in the cold.
The creature raised its sword to the air which once more folded and twisted as the sword pushed it out of existence. It stood there, a tall shadow in the snow, completely still.
Then there was a loud snap that tore through the silence, followed by an equally loud pop. The creature twisted and shuddered, groaning and cracking. Its arms rose past its calves even as its hips and back lowered themselves. The sharp plates of its torso and shoulders slid together and expanded while it’s helm receded into its neck. Its array of spikes shrank, losing their points, as harsh edges softened and folded into one another. It reminded Jaene of a clockwork lock that she had seen once as a little girl – many intricate parts solidifying into a cohesive whole.
The creature stood once again motionless, its proportions now much more similar to that of an average human, though it was still exceptionally tall. It turned around and strode towards Jaene, who clutched Ellie close. It stopped a mere stride away from the pair, staring down them as it blotted out the moon.
Jaene flinched when it suddenly bent over, only to find that it was…
Offering its hand?
Her brow furrowed.
She examined the armour that covered its offered appendage. It was unlike any metalwork she had ever seen. It flowed and curved into itself in such a way that it resembled flesh and sinew far more than armour. It was no longer lined in harsh edges and spikes, and the fingers had normal proportions.
Her eyes returned to the skull that faced her. The features had softened and smoothed but remained just as inscrutable. The metal was now glossy enough that she could see her own distorted reflection within.
“Why?” she asked, her voice croaking harshly.
The helm titled back down, regarding its outstretched hand.
Her eyes followed it.
Her throat slammed shut.
It couldn’t be.
The creature’s palm was a pool of inky, glinting darkness, but there was another type of gloss within it. Strands of shadow wormed their ways over the pitted and scratched surface – another type of corruption to add to the rust. The thin, twisting roots of darkness made it look like the circle of brighter metal was growing from within the creature.
Her vision began to blur with tears, hot trails blazing their way down her frozen cheeks.
It was a ring.
One that Jaene, of course, recognized.
She had been given its twin after all.
A voice intoned from deep within the helm, dark and halting as if the speaker had not spoken her language for many, many years.
“I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU.”
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