Guild Wars_ Ghosts of Ascalon - Matt Forbeck [112]
Working on reflexes, Dougal brought up his sword and stabbed it straight through the ghost. The creature stopped cold, clutched at the blade for an instant, then started to scream in pain. It dropped to the stairs and lay there for an instant before it entirely faded away.
Despite himself, Dougal smiled.
“Step aside, Ember!” he shouted. “I’m coming through!”
The charr twisted out of his way, moving with the powerful grace of a hunting cat. Dougal stepped up and slashed his weapon through the forms of three ghosts at once. Every one of them howled in protest and cringed at the weapon’s touch, but after it had passed through them, they stood straight back up and threw themselves into the fight again.
Dougal cursed. “I’m hurting them, all right, but only while the blade is actually in them!”
“That might be good enough,” Ember said. She shivered, nearly frozen from all the ghostly swords that had swung through her.
“Riona!” Dougal said. One of the ghost’s swords sliced right through his sword and then through him. It felt like it was trying to freeze his organs. He groaned in pain, then said, “Grab Ember and make for the top of the stairs!”
“No!” she said. “We can’t lose you!”
“I’ll be right behind you,” he said, slashing at the ghosts again, forcing them to keep their distance. “Promise!”
Snarling in protest but doing what she’d been asked, Riona took Ember by her arm, and the two of them raced around the mass of ghosts to the left as Dougal forced them to the right. Once Ember and Riona were past him, Dougal kept pressing in that direction, circling around until the ghosts no longer stood between him and the stairs up to the royal chambers.
Dougal was just about to break off the fight and race after the others when he realized that Kranxx hadn’t gone with Riona and Ember. He looked down the stairs and saw Kranxx standing where he’d left him, still rummaging through his pack, hunting for one sort of gadget or another.
“Get moving!” Dougal called to the asura. “I can’t do this much longer!”
“I have to have something in here to help him!” said Kranxx.
“Who?” But Dougal knew the answer as soon as the question left his lips. Still defending himself with his sword against increasingly wary ghosts, he gazed down past the creatures he was barely keeping at bay and spotted Gullik again, still taking on scores of the ghosts himself.
“By the Bear’s bloody claws!” the norn bellowed as he swung his axe all about. “I will battle you until my dying breath! Whether sagas are sung of this day or not, no matter how fast you might finally kill me, you shall know you’ve been in the fight of your deaths!”
“Gullik!” shouted Dougal. “Break off and follow us!”
“And let them chase you down?” shouted Gullik, grinning from ear to ear. “Never!”
“The aquatic thunderator won’t work,” Kranxx said to himself. “I do have a darkness grenade, but I don’t know if it’s functional.” He shook his head.
“Just get moving and get up here!” said Dougal.
The norn turned to Dougal and pointed up the stairs with his axe. “Remember me!” he said, and turned back to slashing apart the spirits. They streamed out in strands of fog beneath his blows, only to re-form moments later. Pressed on all sides now, Gullik bristled and began to transform into his ursine form.
“I have one last healing draught, but that’s not— Aha! Wait!” Kranxx reached into his pack and yanked something out of one of the endless number of pockets in it.
“Yes!” he shouted, and flung the small orb into the center of the fray. Gullik grinned and turned to shout something. It might have been thanks.
Then the ball exploded in a ball of flame, the force of the blow driving both man and asura back against the stairs. When the conflagration cleared, there was sign of neither norn or the ghosts but only a shallow, scorched crater. Already the pale blue strands were re-forming into ghosts.
Kranxx stared at the devastation. “By the Eternal Alchemy! I used too much