The front limbs were perhaps the worst of all. Heavy, powerful arms—almost human, except for their size—ended in a demon’s taloned paws. Except no demon Erik had ever heard of possessed suckers on its palms and forearms. As if an octopus were part of its ancestry.
Again, the monster roared. There was a peculiar glee to the sound. As if the creature had been forced into silence for so long that the mere act of making noise was a joy in its own right.
“Any advice, Lopez?” asked Manfred cheerfully. The big prince was holding his sword by the hilt, now, ready to fight.
Erik glanced at the Basque priest. But Lopez, he saw immediately, would be of no more further assistance. The man was clearly exhausted. Lopez simply shook his head and whispered, “This is your affair now, Prince of the Realm. I can do no more. God and the Right.”
Erik felt a moment’s dismay at the last words. He knew that Manfred would—
Sure enough. “Dia a coir!” bellowed the prince, striding forward two steps and bringing his heavy sword down on the monster with a great two-handed swing.
Reckless idiot! Erik lunged forward.
The monster squalled—half in fury, half in glee—and evaded the blow deftly. The sword sank into the soil. An instant later, spinning, the Woden’s tail lashed around and knocked Manfred’s legs out from under him. The prince landed on his back, his sword flying out of his hands. Fortunately, Erik’s training in wrestling enabled Manfred to break the fall by slapping down his arms.
But, for that moment, he was helpless. The Woden charged forward like a crocodile, great jaws gaping. A taloned and suckered hand raised for the death blow.
This time, it was the monster’s turn to misgauge. Erik moved far faster than the Woden expected. His sword met the downstrike and removed the hand at the wrist as neatly as a carrot top removed by a knife. The hideous thing went sailing through the air and plopped into some nearby bushes.
The Woden shrieked in agony, black blood pumping from its severed wrist. The jaws lunging at Manfred’s throat veered aside and snapped at Erik.
Another mistake. Again, the monster was caught by surprise. No human it had ever faced moved as quickly as the Icelander. Erik sidestepped the snapping jaws; then, as they gaped wide again, his sword slid through the teeth, mangling the great tongue.
The Woden squalled in pain and fury and twisted aside, blood gushing from its maw. The tail lashed around, striking at Erik’s legs. But the blow was blocked. First, by Erik driving his sword into the soil; then, by Manfred lunging forward and grappling the monster’s hindquarters. The prince gathered his legs under him, ignoring the claws scrabbling at his armor. Then, with a grunt, heaved the monster completely off the ground and slammed it into a nearby tree. The tree—a sapling, really—broke under the impact. So did the Woden’s ribs.
Erik was astonished. He’d always known that Manfred was far stronger than the average man. But he realized now that he’d never really seen Manfred exert his entire strength. This was—almost superhuman. The monster must have weighed at least four hundred pounds.
Again, the Woden lashed its tail; and, again, knocked Manfred down. This time, however, the prince had been expecting the blow. So he was simply staggered to his knees rather than upended.
Desperately, Erik raced forward. As badly injured as the Woden was, the horror was still alive and still quite capable of wreaking havoc. And Manfred—his charge and responsibility—was facing another attack. Unarmed, and on his knees.
The Woden sprang at the prince, using its hind legs to drive and its remaining forelimb for balance. The jaws opened like a shark’s—and if the tongue was a ruin, the teeth were not.
To Erik, everything seemed to move as slowly as ice. The jaws were approaching Manfred faster than his sword could intervene. Jaws now gaping wide enough to close on Manfred’s entire head, helmet and all—and Erik didn’t doubt for a moment that those jaws were quite capable of crushing the helmet like a snail.
Manfred broke its jaw. One punch, with an armored fist, skewed the Woden’s bite into a harmless snap. The monster coughed blood, half-stunned. But its forward momentum knocked Manfred on his back again, this time with the Woden sprawled across him.