began to speak quickly in Elvish, the air around her shuddering at each syllable, but the dragon, fearless and full of rage, ignored her, advancing until the pitted chain that tethered it to the doorframe was stretched taut. The wind swirled up around Xeliath until she was partially hidden from view by shadows glinting with gold and emerald. As the pressure on Mihn’s ears began to build Xeliath stamped one foot, and long coils of light lanced forward to lash the dragon’s body.
The magic carved furrows through its flesh but the dragon just roared louder, refusing to retreat. It snapped at the glimmering coils with its huge mouth, somehow finding purchase on one, and wrenched its head from side to side like a shark feeding.
As the dragon pulled Xeliath off-balance, her concentration broke and the magic dispelled. It raised its forelimbs, claws extended, and raked through the air towards them. Mihn saw the trails of magic in the air and dropped to the ground, pulling Isak with him, as Xeliath made a sweeping gesture through the air with her glaive and a blistering white shield appeared in front of them all.
In the next moment black slashes tore through its surface and even Xeliath flinched away.
‘Give me Eolis,’ she yelled, reached back towards Mihn with one hand.
‘I thought you would be able to force a path through!’ he shouted as an ear-splitting roar of fury deafened them.
‘It must be a bloody male,’ Xeliath shouted back, a mixture of bloodlust and elation on her face. ‘The bastard thing is too proud to back down!’
‘Can you kill it?’
‘Who knows?’ she laughed. ‘The Gods failed, but I’ll give it a damn good try! Get Isak to the side and wait for your chance.’ She grabbed Eolis from Mihn’s unresisting grip and hefted it appreciatively.
‘What about you?’ he began, but she was already moving.
‘Go!’ Xeliath yelled, breaking into a run directly towards the dragon and shrieking a Yeetatchen warcry.
Mihn tore his attention from the shining figure and looked to Isak, who was staring at the dragon as though physically pained by it. With Mihn’s support he moved to the right of the black doors and stood, trembling, watching as Xeliath charged with wild abandon, cutting and hacking with all a white-eye’s force. A white band of energy thrashed around her, protecting her from the dragon’s raking claws. She forced the beast back, then feinted left, and the dragon followed.
That was the opening Mihn had been waiting for and he pulled Isak towards the door with all his strength as Xeliath screamed in furious delight.
They were a foot away when the dragon whipped its tail along the ground and slipped the horn-blade underneath Xeliath’s protective ring. She screamed in pain, and the sound of shattering crystal rang across the plain, swiftly followed by a roar from the dragon as the spitting band of light slanted around and pinned the tail to the ground.
As Xeliath stabbed Eolis right through it Mihn pushed Isak forward, not stopping even when he saw the dragon pounce: once they were through, then Xeliath could retreat. Light exploded up from the ground as the creature smashed its claws down, but Xeliath knocked its head aside, tearing a chunk of decaying flesh from its face. That wasn’t enough to stop the creature biting down, to the sound of more shattering crystal. As he laid his hand on the black door itself Mihn heard Xeliath’s bellow.
Though he hated to leave Xeliath he couldn’t wait. He put his shoulder to the door and drove forward as hard as he could. Isak stood for a moment, then added his own weight. The black door resisted a moment, and then something gave and the two men collapsed forward. Darkness enveloped them, a rushing cold that hit Mihn with all the shock of a kick to the gut.
He tumbled forward in panic, freezing cold all around him, and a moment later he felt some force dragging him up until he broke the surface of the lake. Mihn’s first breath was a howl of agony, and his remaining strength failed him. It was only a strong hand grabbing him by the scruff of the neck that stopped him dropping back in the water and sinking like a stone. He fell roughly against the side of the boat, and instinct was strong enough to make him grab on for all he was worth.
An animal yowl shocked him so badly he almost let go entirely, but as he flailed in alarm