The Wolf's Pawn Chapter 3 (Part 5): Gearing Up
After three days of green, Sajani wasn’t sure she’d recognize any other color. Simon’s arm had started to heal, but he was limited on what he could do and even more limited on what spells he could cast. The rations they had were almost gone and she’d have to take to hunting if they didn’t cross a road soon. There was something about using her arrows that made her nervous and by the end of each day’s travel, she didn’t really feel up to making any sort of trap. By her best guess they were just over the border to Rhidayar, but there was still no sign of a road, let alone any kind of civilization
They were both unprepared when the shots rang out. A bullet impacted below her shoulder blade, about halfway between her left armpit and the base of her neck. Another grazed the other side of her neck. Sajani painfully dropped from her mount and noticed Simon do the same, although she’d no way of knowing if it was because he was hit or because he’d be safer on the ground.
The underbrush hid them long enough to circle behind a nearby tree. She tried to peer around the edge once they had their bearings but was answered with a shot that ricocheted off the trunk and grazed her ear. She was relatively sure that whoever was shooting wasn’t a bad shot, so much as she was very lucky. As she looked back at Simon, he’d just finished casting a quick spell.
There’s at least three of them, probably four unless one is very fast at reloading, she thought to herself. She made sure Simon was watching and pointed to her eyes and then to his side of the tree. Watch your side of the tree, she’d told him. He responded by tapping his left index finger to his temple and wiggling his fingers. I have a spell ready, was his response. It made her somewhat relieved that she’d traveled with Simon before.
The enemy would have to circle around to be able to fire at them again, so she had a moment at least. She began by channeling some healing energy to close their wounds. The spell painfully extracted the bullet from her shoulder, but she was still bleeding. Simon’s wound closed. Three arrows and three, maybe four targets. They’d already talked about what Simon’s spells could do. A good number of what he’d normally cast required him to move his arm, so he was limited to spells that’d disable foes and help protect them. She readied her bow and waited.
Two came from Simon’s side of the tree. She heard him intone a spell followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. The second person was ready for him and she saw the conman fall backwards, nearly on top of her. His face was very pale, but he wasn’t dead. His shirt was moist with blood. He’d taken a shot to his upper left chest.
She channeled more healing energy, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stop his bleeding. Another shot rang out and she felt the bullet graze her other ear. Sajani could just make out the shooter through the foliage. She let off a shot and was relieved to hear it strike home. If they were lucky the enemy didn’t have a healer or even an almost healer like she was.
Simon was working his way back to his side of the tree, but she hardly had time to notice. Another set of enemies had moved around to her side and opened fire. There were three shots and they all missed her. How many are there, she wondered? She dropped further down and fired off a shot quickly. If it hit its target, there was no way to know. Her guess was that it didn’t, because yet another shot rang out. She revised her guess to six enemies and fired another shot at the only exposed enemy she could see. It connected. More shots answered though.
“Lay down your weapons!” a voice shouted to her speaking haltingly in the common language. Well, she had to have done some damage, or they’d have just kept fighting.
“One moment!” she shouted back as she grabbed for the loaded flare gun. She heard Simon cast another spell and took aim in the direction of the voice.
“Surrender!” the person shouted again.
“Maybe,” she answered back.
“That’s not an answer!” came the response, backed up by another round of bullets.
“No,” she said mostly to herself, “but this is!” Sajani pulled the trigger and watched as the flare left the gun in exaggerated slow motion. She almost cursed to herself when the target dodged easily out of the way. A military flare wouldn’t have gone that slowly. She was sure of it, although she’d never used a flare as a weapon before.
She was hoping that she could get at least an idea of who her enemy was, but they stayed low and just out of sight. Simon seemed to be busy to her right, but after another moment, he fell over again, whether from loss of blood or from a hit from the most recent volley, she couldn’t tell. She fired off the next four rounds in quick succession and missed wildly, throwing the gun from her when she was done. She took two more bullets in the meantime: one had grazed her arm and another had ricocheted painfully into her leg, making it difficult for her to stand. She channeled healing again and grasped for Simon’s old rapier. Simon had managed to get back to his side of the tree and cast another spell.
“Surrender!” came the cry from their opponents again.
She looked over at Simon who was still very pale. She placed her hands on his shoulders and healed him as best she could. He turned to face her and their gazes locked for a moment. “You’re not quitting on me now are you, you old gong farmer?”
“Not on your life, you crazy wolf lady!” he answered with surprising flare.
They turned their backs to each other and prepared to step away from the tree. This was it. Maybe if they were fast enough, they could take out the remaining enemies before they were shot down.
Before they had a chance to charge, they heard Colonel Lahnk’s voice and the sound of many swords being drawn at once and rifles being cocked. “Put down your weapons, scum. Even if I didn’t have you surrounded, I’d take you with only my rifle, my sword and my wits. Call in the air support and let loose the dogs of war!” The air became full of vykati war howls.