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now."
She quickly climbed out of her coffin and ran into the tunnel toward the
warrior's cave.
"No!" Edwan called in shock. He flew past her and stopped directly in her
path. "The hunter is there. You are running toward her. We must escape through
the tunnels on the other side."
"Move, Edwan," she cried out. "I have to help Rashed& we need him."
Edwan's shock increased when she ran straight through him. He could not
believe this course of events and followed after her in stunned confusion.
Sounds of growling and shouting and clanging steel grew louder as they
approached Rashed's cave. Teesha stopped, leaning close to the wall of the
tunnel at its opening.
Edwan saw Rashed battling the hunter. Every clash and rush of steps moved
them both closer to the opening on the far side of the cave. Rashed was trying
to back the hunter out into that tunnel. To the far right, just beyond
Rashed's resting place, the half-elf and a large red-bearded man, holding the
silver hound, were about to open Ratboy's coffin.
Teesha's eyes shifted back and forth between the hunter and her companions.
"Edwan," she called, "help Ratboy, now!"
Edwan hovered behind her. She had not even looked at him, just ordered him.
"No."
Teesha turned back to stare at him in shock. Her mouth opened, but not a word
came out. When she looked back into the cave, Rashed had the hunter two steps
from the opening. He made a sudden rush forward, trying to close in, slashing
down hard with his blade.
The hunter shifted to the right against the cave opening and slashed down on
top of Rashed's sword, driving it to the floor. Her other hand, gripping the
stake, swung out and struck his wounded shoulder.
The large warrior spun halfway around until his back flattened against the
cave wall, his chest fully exposed. At the same time, the upper half of
Ratboy's coffin lid shattered outward into the air. The hunter twisted back
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into the cave, facing Rashed, ready to strike again with the stake.
Before Edwan could say anything more, Teesha launched herself wildly into the
cave and leaped on the hunter's back. Edwan's beautiful wife screamed as her
arms began to smolder.
Leesil crept closer to the coffin's bottom end, crossbow aimed downward to
pin the beggar boy with the first shot. His sack of supplies hung off one hip
from the strap slung across to his opposite shoulder. The sound of Magiere's
falchion clashing against the nobleman's long sword came from behind him, but
he could not turn to look. He would have to trust her to keep her opponent
busy, just as she trusted him to get the beggar boy. If either of them failed,
the other would end up falling to an attack from behind.
He nodded at Brenden, who simultaneously held the torch and gripped Chap by
the scruff of the neck.
"Let go of Chap and pull the lid open," Leesil said.
Brenden moved to do as he was bid, but before his hand touched wood, the
coffin lid's upper half exploded as Ratboy smashed his way out. Startled,
Leesil lost his aim and stepped back.
The beggar boy grabbed Brenden's wrist and jerked, hard. The blacksmith
stumbled off balance and fell across the bottom half of the coffin, blocking
Leesil's line of fire. Chap was forced back as Brenden fell, and the torch in
the blacksmith's hand tumbled to the ground. Its light partially blocked by
the coffin, shadows leaped upward along the walls in front of Leesil.
Between the sudden shift in light and Brenden's falling body, Leesil lost
clear aim at his target. Ratboy curled backward, feet thrusting up above his
head as he flipped himself over the coffin's back end. He landed, sitting on
the ground.
Leesil tried to set his aim again, but Ratboy kicked out with both feet
against the coffin's near end. It slid sharply across the floor, slamming
bottom end first into Leesil's legs.
Leesil tried to catch himself with one hand as he fell, and toppled on his
side. With the lid's top half shattered, his torso dropped inside the coffin.
His clothing snagged on shards of wood, and Ratboy was above him before he
could twist over and right himself.
Leesil glimpsed a shadowed and filthy alabaster face with round, red-tinged
eyes and openmouthed grin. The teeth, with fangs jutting top and bottom, were
yellow. Leesil twisted and ducked his head at a flash of movement.
A clawlike hand slashed down, missing his throat. It caught him across the
cheek and mouth. Leesil felt his own blood spatter across his face before
feeling the pain.
"No one will recognize your corpse," Ratboy hissed.
Leesil closed his hands to grip the crossbow, but it was gone he'd dropped it
when he fell. Ratboy's hand flashed up again, and Leesil flinched, one arm
raised to shield his head, while grasping at his belt for a stake or stiletto
or whatever weapon he could find first.
The face and hand disappeared in a silver-gray flash.
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Leesil thrashed his way out of the coffin, rolling over its side, and almost
falling on the crossbow he'd dropped upon the ground.
"Shoot!" Brenden shouted, now pulling himself up, a trickle of blood running
from a gash in his forehead. "Shoot him."
Leesil rolled again into a crouch, with the crossbow at ready, and saw Chap
on top of Ratboy. Dog and undead were locked in a thrashing tangle of teeth,
limbs, claws, and snarls that moved so quickly Leesil couldn't follow all of
it. Chap's fangs snapped and connected over and over, and though Ratboy could
not return the same, his claw-hands battered at the dog. Tufts of fur were
ripped from Chap's body.
"I can't. I'll hit Chap," Leesil answered through gritted teeth.
"Fool!" Brenden spit out. He snatched up the torch and flung it skittering
across the ground at Ratboy.
"No, don't& " Leesil began. He barely had time to see the torch hit Ratboy in
the hip. Both dog and undead struggled to get away from the flame.
Out of the corner of his eye, Leesil saw the huge nobleman backing Magiere
toward the tunnel opening, the two combatants swinging their blades at each
other. Magiere chopped her opponent's sword to the ground and struck his
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