Diablo 3: The Reaper of Souls (23 page)

She suddenly dropped into a crouch and pushed against her shield again, but the paladin reacted faster than his brother had. He raised his arms and parted her blast with one of his own. His counterattack rattled her shield, but she was already moving forward, flail whirling over her head. He called another hammer to meet her weapon, but the crusader let her shield lead the way, focusing the Light in front of her as she stormed through his attack and bowled him over into the sand. Then she lashed out with her flail, and pure, bright power leapt forth like lightning.

The paladin snarled and lifted his hands. Caught the lightning. Sent it back at her.

She didn't even bother dodging. She let the Light skip across her head and armor without flinching.

"Devil." The paladin cursed. "Demon. Damned."

"The Light does not harm the righteous," Anajinn said, a cold smile touching her lips. "Can you say the same for the power you use?"

Enraged, he scrambled to his feet and flung himself toward her. Her flail and his hammer collided. The shock of the impact shattered glass windows along the town's main road. Anajinn stepped forward, ignoring her growing tiredness and—

—pain—

—she was in the dirt, face down. Gasping. Her shield was no longer in her grip. Rolling onto her back, she swung her weapon, sensing rather than seeing the follow-up blow coming. The spiked weight of her flail landed solidly on Cennis's right leg, in the gap between his armor. His hammer vanished only inches above her head, and he stumbled backward, bleeding and screaming.

Who had blindsided her? And with what? She tried to push herself to her feet, but her arms and legs trembled and gave way, and she flopped back into the sand. This is bad, she thought. Scorch marks crawled up her left side, and every breath scraped her throat. Burned on the inside. Burned from the inside. She swore she could actually feel her guts turning crispy.

Well, she thought. That's new.

Gritting her teeth, she strained to stand upright, ignoring the pain, the fatigue, the weakness. "You chose this life," she reminded herself out loud. Her voice sounded guttural to her own ears. "Embrace it. Curse it. Just don't regret it." Her master had told her that, long ago. Keep moving. She hefted her shield again and squinted down the road.

Bright lights clashed and sparked about a hundred paces away. The wounded paladin, Cennis, was gesturing wildly. The other surviving paladin, the one Anajinn had hurled through the building, was there. So that's who blindsided me. He was flinging power at someone else now, someone without armor and carrying a sword...

"Oh, you fool girl," Anajinn muttered. Her apprentice had a tendency to disobey orders. Just like I did, she thought wryly. But the teenager wasn't stupid. Inexperienced, but not stupid. If she hadn't joined the fight, Anajinn likely would be dead. The second paladin would have finished her off.

Anajinn saw the innkeeper, lying helplessly on the ground, bound by the paladin's power, and very near to suffocating, judging by the purple hue of his face. She knelt down and dispelled the bindings with a casual gesture.

Deep, hoarse gasps erupted from Reiter's throat, and he opened his eyes.

Anajinn flinched. His eyes had gone pure white. Blinded. Smoke rose from much farther down the street—the smithy, she guessed, shaking her head. She could only imagine what Cennis had wrought there. It was a problem for later.

"You're fine," Anajinn told Reiter. I wish I could say the same for myself. "If you can, stand up. You need to get out of the street." She looked up. Her apprentice was still holding her ground. Cennis was injured, and the other paladin was probably rattled from his trip through a building. They both fought unsteadily. Her apprentice was nearly dancing circles around them.

A smile tweaked Anajinn's lips. "Hurry, please." The innkeeper tried to speak, but the words emerged as frightened huffs. I'm sorry, he was trying to say. Anajinn patted him on the shoulder. She could see his guilt written on his face, even in his blank eyes. "They will not be kind if they find you. Hide well," she said. Finally, he was able to push himself into a lurching, unbalanced run, his hands splayed out before him.

"Hide well," Anajinn whispered. She had not told him to flee the town. She knew as well as any that most sane people wouldn't dare try to walk across the Kehjistani desert without a fully supplied caravan. A blind man, a newly blind man at that, wouldn't have a chance.

To keep Reiter and the rest of the town safe, the paladins had to die.

She could see Cennis limping as he bore down on the apprentice. The girl was darting in and out of the paladins' range. She had no armor, and she used her nimbleness to her advantage, scoring a small wound on the second paladin's arm while throwing up a wall of power to stop his attack.

Anajinn staggered into the fray, smiling grimly. What kind of master would she be if she let her apprentice have all the fun?

***

"This way, Lilsa," Bea said. It was an effort to keep her voice calm, but she managed. They slid along the side wall of the trade house, edging toward the road. "Just a little farther."

Lilsa clung to her hand and looked scared, but she wasn't crying or shouting. "Is the crusader going to beat the bad men?"

"Absolutely," she said with more confidence than she felt. "Let's go find your father." She had seen Reiter stumbling toward the other side of the street. Fear boiled in the pit of her stomach; he had looked badly hurt and incoherent.

A thundering roar overwhelmed everything. It was a long, drawn-out crash, filled with the sounds of snapping wood slats and crumbling walls. Bea froze until the din subsided, leaving only the fury of battle in the air.

She peeked around the corner, and her breath caught in her throat.

The Oasis Inn, her home, as well as the new apothecary next door, lay in ruins. A massive blow had taken them both off their foundations. Bea whispered a prayer. She thought she had seen the doctor and his wife flee the apothecary earlier. She hoped they had.

Across the street, through an alley, Bea saw someone stumbling around, feeling his way along the walls. Reiter. To get to him, Bea and Lilsa would need to cross the street in full view of the combatants.

They're going to wreck Caldeum's Rest if this goes on for much longer, Bea told herself. It seemed hiding behind a building would be no protection at all, judging by the power they were slinging around. Going was likely not much more dangerous than staying put.

She took a deep breath and scooped Lilsa into her arms. "Ready to go meet your father?" she asked. Lilsa nodded.

"Then let's go," she said, sprinting into the road.

***

Snarling, Cennis continued to throw hammer after hammer at the two heretics. Again and again, the armored one blocked his blows and the younger one danced out of the way.

The girl suddenly stepped in and slashed. Her sword clanged off the plate on his forearm. Only by sheer luck did she miss taking his arm off at his exposed elbow. He let her jump back out of his range and formed another hammer. Behind her, this time.

The apprentice spun and raised her hands to ward off the attack, but Cennis let it fizzle and threw another hammer straight from his chest. She twisted her sword, and the hammer struck steel instead of flesh, but the impact launched her dozens of paces back. With a smile, Cennis turned his full attention on the crusader. Anajinn. She still fought hard, staring at both paladins with cold determination, but the power of her blows was weakening. As it should. As all enemies of the Hand of Zakarum inevitably did when confronted by righteousness. She swung her flail once, twice, three times, missing by a couple paces.

"Time to die," he said.

"As you say," she replied. And suddenly there were two crusaders... three... four... charging...

With a yell, Cennis lashed out wildly as two misty, translucent figures converged on him, each swinging a flail that whistled through the air. His attacks found both, and they disappeared like smoke in a breeze.

The other paladin wasn't so quick. Two more Anajinns swung their flails, and pieces of the man went in different directions. The mist vanished, and there was just one Anajinn again. She leaned on her shield, exhausted but flashing Cennis a small, savage grin.

"Tell me, paladin," she said. "Did your elders have to drag you into the clutches of evil, or did you go willingly?"

Cennis stared at her with wild eyes. The apprentice was returning to the fight, slowly, in pain, but surely. For a few moments, he simply stood. Then he turned and fled, limping, bleeding.

He heard Anajinn groan. "Don't make me chase you," she called. He bared his teeth, fury and fear battling within his mind. Got to get away. Got to kill her. Got to... got to...

Down the street, a shape moved into an alley. Cennis followed it.

***

Anajinn waited for the apprentice to catch up. "That could have gone worse," the crusader remarked with a pained smile.

The apprentice was out of breath. "The paladin... innkeeper's wife..."

Anajinn's smile disappeared. "Where?" The apprentice pointed toward an alley up ahead. Cennis vanished into it.

Somehow, they found the strength to run after him.

***

"Reiter," Bea said, her hands clasped on his cheeks. "What did they do to you?"

His white eyes rolled around in his head. "I can't see," he said. His voice was strained. He gripped her wrists as though terrified she would let him go. "He took... I can't see. Are you hurt? Lilsa? Is she here?"

"I'm here," Lilsa said. The child's eyes were wide and shiny with tears.

Reiter crouched down, not quite looking in the right direction, reaching blindly. "Lilsa?" Finally his hands found her, and he pulled her close. He rocked back and forth, eyes turned upward as though trying to meet Bea's gaze. "I'm sorry," he croaked. "I'm so sorry."

"Doesn't matter now," Bea said as firmly as she could. "I think..." She listened for a moment. The sounds of battle had ceased. "I think the fight is over."

"Who won?" Reiter whispered.

Bea opened her mouth to say, I don't know, but another voice cut her off. "The Hand of Zakarum always wins, filth."

Lilsa screamed.

***

The scream was unmistakable. A child. "Go around the side," Anajinn said softly.

The apprentice shook her head. "I'm not leaving you."

"And I'm not asking. Go around the side." The crusader's voice was no longer soft. The apprentice reluctantly nodded and limped around the building, a cooper's shop, by the looks of it.

Anajinn hoped the innkeeper and his family had already fled the area. But she never relied on hope. "Paladin!" Anajinn called out. "Are you truly planning to bring innocents into our fight?"

A shadow appeared at the edge of the alley. "In this town, there are no innocents," a furious voice said. "Not when it shelters the likes of you."

Anajinn set her jaw and raised her shield. She suspected appealing to his mercy would be less than useless. Stoking his pride, however...

"Do you hide in the darkness, then?" She needed to draw him out, needed to give her apprentice a chance to flank him. "Is that how the servants of the faith fight?"

With a feral snarl, he stepped out. Anajinn's heart sank. His left arm was around Bea's throat. His right fist hovered an inch away from her ear. Worse, Lilsa was in Bea's arms. The girl clutched her mother's abdomen, staring at the man holding them both hostage.

Sparks flew from the paladin's right fist. Bea didn't flinch, even when the sparks found her flesh. Good, Anajinn thought. Show him nothing. Show your daughter nothing.