«Again, I agree,» Pharaun said. «I suggest we make a run for it once I lower the barrier.»
«Into that mob?» Ryld countered. «We should try to find another way out.»
«But that's the quickest way to the streets. We don't know our way around in here, and House Melarn could be an inferno before long.»
«Look,» Ryld argued, «you may be feeling fine, but I can't take another stand-up fight right now.» He gestured at his own bloody form. «There's got to be other ways out of this House. Let's go find one.» The warrior gestured toward a door in the corner and added, «Leave your barrier up and let's go.»
Valas nodded and said, «Ryld is right. We can't fight through all of them. Let's try another route.»
«Very well,» Pharaun sighed, «but if the House falls down around our ears, I will personally blame both of you.»
He gestured toward the door, inviting Valas to lead the way.
For the first few minutes, the halls of House Melarn were remarkably empty as Ryld, Pharaun, and Valas limped their way through them. Occasionally, the trio heard running footsteps in the twisting, winding passages that threaded their way through the massive structure, but they were able to avoid confrontations by cither taking a detour or momentarily hiding. It appeared to the Master of Melee-Magthere that most of the inhabitants were focusing their attention outside, where the bulk of the fighting was taking place.
As they reached an intersection, Valas held up his hand for a halt, and the scout slunk off in one direction, investigating the route ahead. Ryld and Pharaun pressed themselves against the wall, trying to remain out of sight. The wizard was no longer invisible, nor was he glowing with that annoying, flickering purple hue. Ryld had taken care of that with a pass of his enchanted blade. The warrior could see that his companion's skin was blistered, and he imagined that Pharaun was in considerable pain. His own wounds troubled him only when he thought about them.
Don't you have some son of magic that can help us locate an exit? Ryld flashed to the wizard as they waited.
Pharaun shook his head.
Such spells exist, but I don't know them, he silently replied. Without knowing the way, we could be down here forever. This is a fool's errand, Ryld.
Then perhaps we should just follow the soldiers. They can unwittingly lead us out of here.
Pharaun waved away the warrior's suggestion, though whether it was in exasperation or acceptance, Ryld wasn't sure.
The risk of discovery or disaster is greater if we do that.
Ryld shrugged but gave no other reply. Instead, he turned to Watch for Valas's return.
Why do I bother arguing? the weapons master thought as his listened for telltale sounds. He's already made up his mind.
Valas returned at that moment, gesturing for them to follow him. Together, they crept forward into a new corridor, and Valas pointed to a doorway on the opposite side.
That's a kitchen, he signaled, and beyond it is a pantry. On the other side, here — the scout pointed to a door near the trio—is a mess hall. I think we're in the barracks section.
Well, that's not a good place to be, Pharaun gestured. We want to avoid the guards, not come bunk with them.
Valas gave Pharaun a baleful look and motioned for the other two to follow him. Ithink there's a stairwell leading up just past this area, he flashed as he led the way through the passage.
Ryld thought they might actually get lucky and get through the guards' quarters unnoticed, but as they neared the opposite end of the passageway that bisected the barracks and the mess, they heard the approach of a large contingent from ahead of them. As one, the three drow turned to scamper back in the other direction, but at that moment several House Zauvirr soldiers appeared at the other end. They were pinned between the two forces.
«Damn!» Pharaun growled as he reached inside his piwafwi. «Hold them off while I see what I can do.»
Nodding, Ryld slipped Splitter free and approached the group coming from where Valas had indicated stairs.
If we can cut through them, the warrior reasoned, at least we can continue the way we want to go.
The soldiers, numbering four, gave a shout of warning and unsheathed their weapons.
«Come on, you son of a drider,» one of them snarled, stepping in with a long sword and a short sword together, one in each hand.
The other three fanned out, looking for a chance to flank the burly intruder. Ryld kept his blade level and loose, waiting and watching, shifting from foot to foot in hopes of preventing any of his foes from getting past him and to his back, or reaching Pharaun. He worried that his hands, still covered with drying blood, would be too slick to wield his blade properly.
The first opponent stepped in, slashing with his short sword up high, then bringing his long sword through in a sweep across Ryld's midsection. The weapons master ducked below the first slice and parried the lower blow with Splitter.
Try that again, and I'll have you down to two short swords, Ryld thought, watching to see if the other drow would fall into a pattern.
To his left, another of the soldiers was trying to scoot along the wall, obviously hoping he could squeeze past Ryld, but the Master of Melee-Magthere was keeping them all in his line of sight. He made a quick slash to the side, causing the soldier to flinch back. Ryld bounced back to the middle of the corridor, still watching the drow with two blades. The other two drow, both on Ryld's right, were waiting and watching.
Fine with me, Ryld thought, keeping his main attention on the one in front of him.
The drow changed tactics this time, stepping in with the long sword leading, and proceeded through a flurry of blows with only that weapon, watching how Ryld blocked them. When Ryld swung through a parry and counterattacked, the other warrior was ready, deflecting the stroke with the short sword. Unfortunately, the engagement allowed the drow on Ryld's left to finally shoot past him.
«Pharaun!» Ryld called, «watch out!»
He stepped away from the center of the hallway, angling backward to keep his opponents in his sight, and the weapons master could hear cries of pain and terror behind him. He hoped it was the other group of drow, and not his two companions. The male with two swords pressed in again, and this time Ryld was ready for him. When the first swipe from the short sword passed high, Ryld knew that the long sword would follow low. This time when the stroke approached Ryld cut sharply with his own blade, neatly slicing the long sword in half. The broken end skittered away with a clatter.
«Damn you, motherless roth!» the other drow snarled, but he gasped in the next instant as Ryld's momentum spun the weapons master fully around in a circle and into him again.
His cut was quick and true, and the opponent dropped to the floor with a groan. Ryld didn't waste time watching him fall. He was already sidestepping the attack from the soldier who'd gotten behind him and who was trying to cut at him from the back. He took a short spear in the side of his leg for his troubles and growled in pain as he back-stepped from the attack, limping. He couldn't let himself get turned away from anyone, yet they were moving to do just that by surrounding him.
Appearing as if from nowhere, Valas caught the soldier with the long sword from behind, sliding an arm around his neck and planting one of his kukris into the fellow's back. Seeing the attack, Ryld quickly turned and parried several thrusts from the short spears. The final two drow had hoped to get in close and attack Ryld while his attention was focused on the opposite side, but they'd lost their chance.