Pool of Radiance_ Ruins of Myth Drannor - Carrie Bebris [28]
“Not this one.” Kestrel managed to sound more confident than she felt.
Preybelish uttered a string of incomprehensible syllables, weaving another spell. Corran swung his sword again, this time striking the creature with full force. The naga, however, would not allow his concentration to be broken. He stared unblinking at Kestrel as his voice rose in pitch.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she tensed in anticipation of the inevitable sorcery. Would flames consume her, as they had Ghleanna?
Suddenly, an arrow materialized behind Preybelish and raced through the air to embed itself in the back of the creature’s head. The acrid odor of burning flesh filled the room as acid ate through the naga’s skin. Just feet away, Jarial appeared.
The naga screamed in rage, swinging his tail wildly. The barbed point caught Jarial’s legs, knocking him down. Kestrel swore under her breath. Not Jarial too? Now two of their party were poisoned and a third badly burned.
Preybelish turned on Corran. “Don’t even think about it,” the creature said before the paladin so much as lifted his arm for the intended strike. The naga swung his tail once again, knocking Corran’s sword out of his grasp.
Kestrel’s mind raced. If they could only control that tail.
“Catch a naga by the tail?” Preybelish mocked, twisting around to fix her with his evil gaze. “What would you do once you got your hands on it?”
Behind the naga, to Kestrel’s surprise, Jarial got back to his feet. The mage appeared winded but hardly scratched. She forced her thoughts away from the wizard, so as not to betray him to Preybelish’s mind-reading powers.
“This!” Jarial said. He darted out his hand and touched creature’s tail just below the barbed tip. The contact lasted only a split second, but it was long enough. Preybelish screeched inhumanly as the last quarter of his body went rigid and fell immobile to the ground.
The naga bared his fangs and spun his upper body to advance on Jarial, still possessing enough unparalyzed coils to reach the unarmored mage. Corran went for his warhammer but Kestrel was faster.
She leaped onto Preybelish’s back, grabbed one of the many chains hanging from his neck, and twisted. When the chain closed around the creature’s airway, she pulled hard. “Did you say you collect neckwear, Preybelish?”
Despite her effort, the naga managed to get enough air to begin hissing out the words of a final spell.
She braced her feet against the naga’s spine and tugged with all her might “Chokers, right?” Preybelish thrashed about so wildly that she had trouble retaining her grip. Corran hurried over to lend his strength. With the paladin’s added power, the evil creature’s eyes grew wide, his words of incantation becoming desperate gurgles as he fought to breathe. Kestrel threw her whole body into one final tug.
“Choke on this.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Fortunately, the naga’s poison did not prove lethal. Durwyn awoke from his drugged sleep just as Preybelish entered his final one. Within a quarter hour the warrior seemed none the worse for the battle, save the easily bandaged wound on his neck.
Ghleanna, however, was another story. She lay unconscious and badly burned on one side of her body.
Kestrel paled just looking at the injured mage. “How many of those blueglow moss potions do we have left?”
“Let me tend to her first,” Corran said. He knelt at her side, removing his helm and gauntlets. Gently, he touched his hands to Ghleanna’s damaged skin, closed his eyes, and bowed his head in prayer. Ever so slowly, as the paladin murmured words of supplication to Tyr, the half-elf’s charred tissue healed.
Kestrel turned away. When Corran had repelled the zombies, she’d felt that his showy theatrics were meant to draw attention. Now, watching him lay on hands, she grew uncomfortable. His features and manner softened-the arrogance, the bossiness, the presumption were all set aside as he ministered to their injured companion. The sight deeply unsettled her. It revealed a side of Corran