Still with a stupid grin on his face he struck back, spear lancing out only to find empty air as she brought both her weapons up in a perfectly timed cross block. She didn’t give him time to recover, snapping out a quick kick that threw him back a few feet. Gods, she was strong!
He set his feet and brought his weapon up once more, eager for the fight to continue.
“That all you got?” he laughed. “And here’n I thought you was supposed to be strong!”
It was a complete bluff and both of them knew it, but he wasn’t going to back down, and neither was she.
“HAAAAAA!” Morrelia bellowed. Isaac caught her eyes blaze with red light through her helmet as her berserker Skill ignited.
She was heedless of the danger, like a stone from a siege engine right into the ant lines. Her weapons smashed his spear and shield aside with ease as she crunched straight into his chest and just kept going. His feet left the ground as her shoulder bore his weight deeper amongst the swarming colony. When she finally stopped running, she collapsed on top of him, causing him to cough out a mouthful of bright red blood.
“Nice ta see you too,” he said.
“You’re an idiot,” came back her distraught reply. As the ants and humans descended on top of them, she dropped her weapons and ripped off her helmet, exposing her midnight black hair to the light.
“Capture me, Isaac,” she said.
Was it the chest injury, or those magnificent words that finally drove him over the edge? A few seconds later, as Morrelia raised her hands in surrender and was taken away under guard, the ants would find Isaac passed out, blood leaking from numerous wounds.
What they couldn’t explain was the copious flow from his nose that continued long after they’d already healed him. A quirk of human physiology, they decided, and promptly forgot about it.
130. The Siege, Part 8
“THE SEARCH GOES ON, SISTERS!”
“WE SEEK!”
“Oh no you don’t! Retreat now! That’s an order!”
Brendant waved her antennae threateningly at the Immortals and their reckless leader.
“Leeroy! Get your metal covered carapace back to the gate! The enemy has pulled back and so will you!”
It was never a good idea to give the misguided armoured soldier a chance to ‘misinterpret’ her orders. Brendant watched like a hawk as the heavy assault ants begrudgingly turned themselves around, putting their backs to the retreating enemy, and dragged themselves to the gate. Healers swarmed over the ants, tending to their numerous near fatal wounds.
Even from where she stood, Brendant could hear the medics taunting the survivors.
“Ooo. That’s a rough wound, nearly enough to kill you, wasn’t it? Good thing you survived!”
“Just a few centimetres to the left and you’d have been done. Look at the scoring in the carapace next to your eye! Punched right through the armour, it did. Not a problem, though, you’ll be back to full health in just a few hours.”
The healers continued to bait and mock their charges all the way to the gates. There, the Immortals moved toward the foundries established just inside, where their armour could undergo an emergency refit. No doubt Smithant was already bashing the exhausted soldiers over the head with her hammer, lamenting the damage done to her precious armour.
The moniker ‘Immortals’ had rung amazingly true over the duration of the siege, only a single member had suffered exceedingly heavy wounds so far. The others had been unsure whether to curse or praise their sister for her misfortune. They’d gathered for a solemn vigil as the soldier had been peeled from her armour and laid to rest.
Though the tunnel before the gate was now almost totally bare, the council member did not turn back. There was still one more warrior of the colony yet to return.
“How is she?” the soldier asked one of the nearby mages.
The two of them watched the great bear as it drew deep, measured breaths. Each exhalation sounded like a gale and blew dust and earth into a small whirlwind in front of the huge monster’s face.
“She is coming back to herself more slowly after each battle. We are growing concerned for her wellbeing.”
Sarah, the friend of the colony, had been instrumental in holding back the golgari on this side of the nest, but more and more, the ants were becoming worried for her state of mind. A team of ants combed over her frame, cleaning and soothing her while she reclaimed her sense of self from the fury that seized her during battle.
“She must not participate in the next clash, preferably the next two. Tell her the council has ordered that she rest herself.”
The mage twitched her antennae.
“I will tell her, but she will not like it. She wants to help,” the mage said. “And I believe that part of her yearns for this state. She wants to fight.”
“But we cannot allow her back into a state she once rejected, simply to fight on our behalf. Be sure to tell her what I said.”
Without the bear on their side, the next clashes would be far more difficult, but it was necessary. The other side was holding against the more powerful Legion without the assistance of a tier six behemoth like Sarah, though they did have the eldest. They would have to make do here. Weary and filled with a thousand worries, Brendant finally retreated behind the gate and returned to the embrace of the nest once more.
Thousands of ants swarmed here, each with a specific job. Triage was taking place in the field hospital as the many wounded were tended to. The most grievously injured would be shifted to the dedicated facilities as soon as they were able to be moved, whereas the others would heal on the spot. A bit of Biomass, magic, and regeneration fluid was all they needed to repair their wounds.
“How goes it?” came a scent from the left.
“Wills? It goes as it goes, I’m afraid.”
The scout, clinging to the roof, nodded her antennae in acknowledgement. The enemy had been repelled four times from the gate so far, but the cost was higher than they would like. Still, they were holding, which was all they needed to do. The foe had managed to reach the gate twice and inflict significant damage to the metal before they’d been pushed back. Eventually they would smash through, and the colony would be forced to retreat to the second, and final layer of defence.
“We’ll have to make the next defence without the help of Sarah. She needs to rest to regain her sense of self.”
The scout hesitated at that news.
“That’s going to make things… more interesting.”
“We don’t have a choice. It may finally be time to commit the humans to the front.”
The colony had hedged on sending out the humans so far, a decision that hadn’t gone down too well with the people themselves. The general feeling amongst the ants was that they should be responsible for defending their own nest and didn’t want to depend on assistance from others. The mayor, Enid, had rightly pointed out that the colony had helped defend the human homes, so why shouldn’t they return the favour? It looked as though they were about to get their chance.
“They’ll be happy about that,” Wills said. “I wanted to pass on that the scouts haven’t managed to break through to the satellite nests. We’ll keep trying, but it looks as though we’re still ringed in.”
The nest itself was a massive area. How the enemy managed to contain them in all directions and detect every attempt to tunnel out was something beyond the ants’ understanding. There was still so much they had to learn before they could compete on equal footing with enemies like these. Given enough time, Brendant knew the colony would not only match their opponents, but exceed them in all aspects, but that day was far off yet.