Lady of Poison_ The Priests - Bruce R. Cordell [115]
By that time Elowen charged the Daughter, too. She came up to the creature several feet from where Gunggari danced, trying to keep from being trampled beneath the creature's stamping feet. Fancy sword-work was impossible-she faced a creature too large for such niceties-it was too mindless to be distracted by feints and too massive for a blade to deflect a horn-thrust or a trampling foot.
Elowen ran up and shoved Dymondheart directly into the side of the creature, all the way to the hilt. Then she began to saw the blade back and forth, trying to lever the wound into something much larger. A spray of vile matter, fecal by its stench, began to spray from the widening wound, but the elf hunter had no time to finish her task. The massive horn, supernatural in its ability to elongate and shorten at need, found a new mark. The Daughter's horn swiveled and struck, slamming lengthwise into Elowen's body. The elf was sent bodily flying through the air, Dymondheart spiraling away the opposite direction. When Elowen rolled to a stop, she failed to rise.
Ususi finally entered the fight, this time on the side of her friends. A ray of yellow stabbed forth from her wand, but she targeted not the monster but its progenitor. The ray fell full upon the Talontyr as he sat his throne. A flash of amber and a crack that competed with the thunder still rumbling above followed. The Rotting Man was unfazed The power washed away from him with no effect, other than to catch his attention.
As Marrec cast Justlance deep into the side of the Daughter-causing the creature to buck and squirm, but only in apparent annoyance-the Rotting Man spared a splinter of his attention for Ususi.
He said, "You sought my attention-see what you make of it."
He gestured, and a wave of muck and rot gathered and flowed from around his throne, building, cresting and falling upon the wavering Ususi.
Where the wave passed, the imaskari stood unharmed, surprised to still retain her life. Ash's influence still protected them from the Rotting Man's direct power. Indeed, Ususi had moved to stand ahead of the child, even in her fear thinking to protect Ash. It was the child who offered their only protection there in the Court of the Rotting Man.
Marrec glanced back at Elowen. The elf had not stirred from where the Daughter's horn had thrown her. Marrec realized she was out of the fight. He didn't dwell on how hurt she might be. If they were unable stop the Daughter, they would all find themselves in a similar or worse state soon enough.
Time again to bring his gaze to bear. The Daughter had no eyes. Could he even affect that corruption of divine energy given life? He opened wide his eyes and reached again for the feeling in the back of his mind, the core of ferocity, the ember of his heritage. He called upon the gaze of the medusa.
Invisible lines of influence plunged from Marrec's eyes, instantly wracking his head with pain. Where his gaze touched upon the Daughter's side, flesh bubbled-bubbled, then ceased all motion, as flesh became stone. He couldn't encompass the creature in a single look-he had to paint the Daughter with his gaze, moving left to right, right to left, and in the wake of his passing glance, flesh gave over to stone.
The Daughter reared up. A massive slab of hardened stone sloughed away to reveal terrible pink flesh within. The slab of stone, once part of the Daughter's side, smashed into rubble, forcing Gunggari to skip away, though a few chunks caught the Oslander on the side, drawing blood. Marrec didn't care. His power was overcoming that of the Daughter. His vision began to fill with red, blood pooling in his sockets from the strain, but still he pumped his force of will through the connection he'd made with the Daughter, through the thrumming invisible line