The Howling Delve - Jaleigh Johnson [114]
The Howlings' penance-Meisha's beast, with blood-soaked claws-and Kail's friend, lying helpless on the bridge without Laerin to back him up.
"No! Gods of stone damn you!" Kail shouted. He vaulted over the rail and dropped, curling his body and praying he could hit the beast in mid-spring. If nothing else, he would take the demon over the side with him.
They collided in the air. Kali felt the heat, the blast of brimstone, before he even touched the demon's hide. He landed flat on the beast's back, surprising him and driving him aside of his intended target. The demon's claws raked for balance; his hindquarters fish tailed back and forth on the bridge, trying to shake Kail off.
Kali felt blood on his hands. They were covered with small wounds ripped open on the spines sprouting from the demon's back. And he burned. He felt slick blisters form on his palms and remembered the sickening smell of his campfire burns. If the nerves in his hands hadn't been dulled, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the pain.
The demon reared onto his hind legs. Kail slid off his back to the walkway. He no longer needed to worry about taking the attention off Morgan. The demon's smoldering, malevolent gaze was firmly fixed on Kali. The beast lunged at him, his claws poised to rake whatever exposed flesh they could find.
Kali had no space to maneuvet or dodge on the bridge. Without really considering it, he jumped over the rail and off the bridge, plunging straight down again. Reaching out, he caught the bridge's stone ledge. The sudden, snapping weight jarred his shoulder, nearly wrenching it from its socket. Kail gritted his teeth and reached up with his other hand.
The demon hit the bridge where Kali had stood and turned, coming back for anothei attack.
In his peripheral vision Kail saw Morgan on his feet, climbing a rope Garavin had tied onto the upper walkway. The dwarf fired his crossbow at the demon. Dangling from the rope, Morgan threw another dagger.
The demon hardly seemed to feel the stings. The beast shook out his long, red mane and stalked Kail. Up close, Kali could see a fresh piercing wound had rent his abdomen, but the maimed socket where his eye had once been was an old wound.
Hatred emanated from the orb that still functioned. Kail felt it as a cteeping fear that worked its way up his spine, thteatening to patalyze him.
The beast was playing with him, ttying to shake him loose from his perch without an effort. Blood dripped from his fangs onto Kail's face. When Kail didn't move, the beast stepped back, and a veil of datkness descended around them.
Agony exploded in Kail's injured hands. Sickeningly, he realized the demon had sunk his jaws into the backs of them.
With a shout of pain, Kali let go, and found to his horror that his hands were impaled, tangled in the thing's mouth. Curling his legs, Kail kicked out against the bridge, away from the demon's face. The demon's hot breath was a furnace of filth and rot. He pulled his hands free, and then he was falling.
He passed out of the globe of darkness in time to see a shower of magical bolts stteak above him, into the sphere. Kail prayed the magic came from Dantane, that the wizard would be able to save the others.
He looked beneath him, but all the bridges were out of teach. He plummeted past the last one and down into anothet, gteatet darkness. His vision failed as the light from above faded. His ears filled with tushing ait, then suddenly, nothing. His descent came to an abtupt halt.
Kali waited for his bones to shatter against the stone. His chin struck his chest, mashing his tongue between his teeth, but other than that small pain, he felt whole.
Groaning, Kali tolled to his stomach. A wave of vettigo swept ovet him as he realized he was stating into the bottomless chasm, suspended by some invisible stting. Pumping his legs, he felt the fly spell propel him upward.
Dantane, he thought,