Crypt of the shadowking - Mark Anthony [12]
Caledan gave a low whistle. "It looks like you should have said good-bye when you had the chance, Harper."
Three
Caledan drew his dagger from his boot as the three magical mastiffs howled, an eerie sound of fury and bloodlust.
"Please don't tell me that pig-sticker is all you've got, scoundrel," the Harper said caustically. Her movements were fluid as she unsheathed the curved, gleaming sabre belted at her hip and assumed a battle-ready stance. "As you wish." Caledan gritted his teeth. Mari shot him a hard look, but there was no time for a reply. The hounds were rapidly closing the distance between them. Caledan could hear the crackling of the fiery auras that surrounded the beasts. The air was charged with an acrid, sulfuric odor. He let his dagger fly in a precise arc. It struck the lead hound directly between the eyes-and then bounced harmlessly off the creature's skull.
Caledan and Mari traded desperate looks.
"These are enchanted beasts," he shouted. "I don't think mundane weapons can harm them."
"Now you tell me," Man said disgustedly, thrusting her sabre back into its sheath. "May I be so bold as to suggest we turn tail and run?" "We'll never be able to outrun them." "Well, maybe we can outclimb them." Caledan nodded. He made a running leap onto the alley's wall and began scrambling up the crumbling, uneven stone surface. The Harper did likewise on the opposite wall. Just as Caledan was heaving himself over the top, the flaming mastiffs were upon them. One of the beasts let out a feral snarl as it leaped upward, its jaws snapping. Caledan felt its hot, scorching breath even through his boots.
Somehow he managed to heave himself onto the sooty rooftop. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest, and his breath came in searing, ragged gasps. "What in the Abyss did I ever see in this battling evil business?" he groaned as he dragged himself to his feet. He saw that the Harper had reached the rooftop across the narrow alley, no more than ten feet away. The three magical hounds circled below, snarling and growling. Hot, sizzling spittle drooled from their maws, pitting the cobblestones where it dripped.
"What now, scoundrel?" Mari called across the gap, hands on her hips.
Caledan saw a large oaken barrel perched on the rooftop a few feet away from him. It was a rain barrel, filled to the brim with cool, dark water. An idea struck him. "Harper, is there anything over there that holds water?"
Mari frowned in confusion, but she looked around the rooftop all the same. "There's a trough here with some sort of swill in it," she called across the alley. "But I wouldn't recommend it if you're thirsty. I think more than a few pigeons have been using it as their personal bath."
"It'll do. Drag it to the edge of the rooftop, and when I tell you, dump it into the alley."
Mari glared at him. "You want to give the dogs a bath?"
"Just do it, Harper," Caledan growled.
She muttered something under her breath but did as he asked all the same. The fiery mastiffs were scrabbling at the walls, getting higher with each jump. It was only a matter of moments before one of them successfully made the leap.
"Now, Harper!"
Caledan pushed over the heavy rain barrel. At the same moment Mari grunted, heaving the wooden trough onto its side. Cold water rained down on the three mastiffs. There was a deafening hissing sound as a thick cloud of steam billowed up from the alley. The hounds yelped as their flaming auras were doused and extinguished.
Caledan readied himself for a dash along the rooftops. He hoped the trick with the water would give him and the Harper a few moments' head start before they were forced to climb back down and take to the streets. Suddenly Caledan halted. He watched the magical beasts in fascination.
The mastiffs were continuing to yelp and whine, but their movements were growing slower, stiff