Then abruptly the ur’droch exploded into black smoke and disintegrated into ash. The small, winged creature that was its withered soul made a futile effort to escape, but Wraith had it in his massive jaws instantly, crushing it to pulp.
With a rush of air and billowing, inky smoke, the ur’droch was gone.
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At that same moment, John Ross was struggling to break loose from the giant Twitch. Magic from his staff lanced into the big albino’s midsection, burning through him. The massive hands that were fastened about his neck released, but the tree-trunk arms closed about his chest. Ross felt his ribs crack as even the Word’s magic was unable to protect him. to desperation, he slammed his forehead into the bridge of the albino’s nose. Twitch roared and shook himself, and his arms loosened just enough for Ross to twist free.
Tumbling to the floor, he rolled away from the flailing giant into Penny, who stabbed at him again and again with her knives, her face streaked with blood and her eyes wild. He fended her off with a solid kick, then struck at her with the staff. He caught her across the ankles with a sweeping blow and dropped her to her knees. She dug into the floor with her knives, tearing at the carpet, consumed by madness and blood-lust. Larry Spence staggered past, still pulling the trigger on his empty .45, click, click, click, and with a wicked, sideways slash of her blade, Penny cut him open to his backbone.
Larry Spence fell to the floor, dying, as Ross brought the length of his staff across Penny’s face, shattering her skull into pieces. Faceless and groping, knives gone, fingers become claws, still she fought to reach him, until his magic burned through the core of her body to her twisted, black soul and turned both to ash.
A fresh gout of fire spurted up the curtains and along the length of the west wall. Leather-bound book clutched to his dark chest, Findo Gask was crouched by the old fireplace, laughing. Ross tried to reach him, but Twitch reappeared in his path, all size and lumbering destruction, tearing at the air and furniture indiscriminately. Ross held his ground, summoning what remained of his strength, calling up the magic one final time. Twitch reached for him, and Ross jammed one end of the staff into the giant’s throat and sent the magic skimming along its length. Twitch reared back, body shaking as if he had touched a live wire, voice booming with rage. Ross pushed him back into the closest wall and pinned him there, refusing to let him escape. Fire spurted from the giant’s ears and mouth and nose, and his huge body convulsed.
When the demon collapsed finally, Ross found that tiny bat of wickedness that formed its core as it tried to break free of the giant’s dead, hollow shell, slammed it to the floor, and burned it away.
With everyone around him dead, Ross sagged to one knee and stared across the room at Findo Gask. The demon stared back. For an instant, neither moved. The room flickered with shadows as the fire sparked by the combatants’ magic continued to consume the old house. The fire shone quicksilver and eerie against the darkness beyond, as if something come alive to challenge the night.
“Mr. Ross!” Cask shouted at him.
Ross tried to rise and fell back. He had no strength.
“You’re dying, Mr. Ross!” Findo Cask said, and laughed.
His leathery face was streaked with sweat and grime, and his black coat was torn. He began easing his way slowly along the wall toward the back of the house. Again, Ross tried unsuccessfully to climb back to his feet. Nothing seemed to work. He summoned his magic to support him, but he had almost nothing left to call on.
“Demon poison, Mr. Ross!” Gask spit at him. There was venom and rage in his voice. “Just a scratch would be enough for normal men. But a blade’s length plunged inside the stomach wall will put an end even to a Knight of the Word!”
Ross reached down and touched his damaged midsection, willing the wound to heal over and the blood flow to stop. He kept his eyes on Findo Gask the entire time.