They all wrapped cloths damp from Kain’s rainstorm around their faces and followed Callindra as she led the way more cautiously through the streets. The blessed water that had soaked into their clothes lessened the heat dramatically and more than once saved them from what would otherwise have been deadly burns.
In the next candlemark, they managed to find several knots of civilians trapped by Taken in blind alleys and after a brief fight send the people back to the river. A few more soldiers began to follow them even though Callindra had suggested that they guard the people by the river instead. It seemed these townsfolk didn’t trust outsiders very much.
“I just want to take one last look.” Callindra said, frowning at the flames that had now nearly completely engulfed the city. “We haven’t gone all the way to the north east side yet. One of the soldiers told me there was a school there and I want to make sure no children are still waiting for someone to rescue them.”
Her companions looked as exhausted as she felt, but she wasn’t ready to stop. “I don’t think it’s a good idea sister.” Cronos said, echoing her thoughts. “You’re dead on your feet and so are we.”
“Just one more.” She said, hearing the hard edge of command come into her voice. Cronos’s eyes narrowed slightly at her tone, but he gave her a curt nod.
“One more. Then I’m sitting on you if you try to drag us back in there.” He said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Fine.” She said, adjusting her armor and noting with surprise that there was a huge slash that cut all the way through one of her greaves, rendering it all but useless. She shook her head in disgust and unbuckled it and put it in her pack just in case she could repair it later.
They went back through the streets, swiftly dispatching a few aimlessly roaming Taken along the way. As they turned down a side street, Callindra could clearly hear children crying. She passed her hand over Shadowsliver’s blade and commanded the Winds to bring the sound closer to her. The sounds firmed a decision for her and she turned to her companions.
“Do you hear that? I KNEW there were children in danger here!” Without waiting for a response, she turned to run toward where she could hear the crying.
“Wait you impulsive fool!” Cronos yelled after her, but instead of slowing she ran faster.
When she vaulted over a low wall into a courtyard the flames had not yet calmed she realized her mistake. The wall was solidly at her back, but before her were a dozen misshapen monsters with long arms tipped with claws that resembled fish hooks. A pitiful sobbing sound was coming from their throats. She had been tricked.
Whirling Shadowsliver in a complex arc, she cut left and right, injuring the two monsters who were closest to her but knowing it was hopeless if she couldn’t escape. Callindra tried to blast the three on her left with a spell, but when she began to summon the Weave, the creatures on her right attacked. Although she managed to dodge most of their strikes, the pain of the injuries left by their terrible hooked claws ruined her concentration and the magic vanished in a harmless gust of wind that blew a plume of dust into the air.
Sweat and tears of pain threatened to blind her, but she grimly kept dodging, blocking and making ripostes when she could. One such cut severed a tendon and felled an opponent, but there were still eleven of them and she was beginning to succumb to exhaustion.
With a shout, Cronos landed in the midst of her enemies like a thunderbolt. When his boots hit the cobblestones, a deafening concussion radiated out from him, flinging the creatures to all sides. The blast knocked Callindra backward, her head rebounding off the wooden wall behind her and momentarily stunning her.
All she could do was watch as Cronos fought like a steel dervish. His blades were an extension of his arms and where they struck, they left great wounds and removed limbs. Callindra tried to shake off her daze as her brother fought like she had never seen anyone fight before.
“Get OUT of here!” He screamed in frustration and to her surprise, in fear.
The fear in her brother’s voice cleared the fog from her head and Callindra dove forward into the fight, dodging one attack and parrying another with a vicious cut that took the attackers paw off at the wrist. Her back touched his and they fought together like only a brother and sister could.