She looked at him skeptically. “I don’t need your protection, Nathan. Why don’t we fight together, so we can cause twice as much harm to the enemy?”
“That sounds like a fine idea.”
They were swept along with the tide of fighters.
Nathan felt grand, as if marching with Richard Rahl’s army again. In that moment he had no doubt the united defenders would deal a painful blow to the ancient army, yet he was pragmatic enough to know that the feeling would be short-lived as soon as the two forces actually collided.
Elsa did not look particularly athletic, but she was resilient and had great stamina. She kept pace with Nathan as they ran along with the foot soldiers. His ornate sword was in its scabbard at his side, because he intended to fight as a wizard for now. He held his left hand open, fingers cupped, as his magic brewed to a boiling point.
Utros’s army had scattered countless campfires up to the dry grassy hills, which looked like a swarm of red demonic eyes, each representing hundreds of enemy soldiers. Nathan caught his breath as the sheer numbers began to sink in. “I have fought desperate battles before, but never against quite such an overwhelming force.”
“You’ve never fought with me before, Nathan.” Elsa raised her voice against the racket of the charging army. “We will show them how it’s done.”
After studying the arrangement of the enemy warriors from the city walls, the duma members had all agreed on targeting their strike against only the companies encamped on the northern side of the valley. They would hit there.
As the Ildakaran defenders rushed into the first clash, the ancient army stirred with a clatter of weapons and shouted orders. The response of the huge military force was not quite the panic and clamor Nathan had hoped for. The well-disciplined enemy soldiers formed ranks, lining up alongside their subcommanders to defend their entrenched positions. The alarm spread as criers raced from company to company, informing them of the surprise sortie. More torches were lit, and the outcry grew louder.
In the distance, Nathan could make out the wooden headquarters where he and Nicci had met with Utros, but this unexpected strike would be much closer than that, limited to the troops camped nearest the walls.
He could see Nicci riding at the lead, summoning a storm. She called down searing bolts of lightning that exploded among the foremost ranks of the enemy. A second bolt skittered sideways to rip through a line of makeshift tents and hurl ten warriors into the air like chaff caught in a crosswind. Her lightning was mixed with blue-black spikes as Nicci called upon her Subtractive Magic as well as more conventional Additive Magic.
Alongside her, Oron, Damon, and Quentin also used their gift, summoning catapults of condensed wind, lashing storm gales so powerful they bowled over lines of Utros’s soldiers in formation.
Wild with exuberance, the defenders ran forward. “For Ildakar!”
The first lines of the ancient army crowded shoulder-to-shoulder as they made a stand, holding their shields, raising antique swords to block the charge. Ildakaran fighters crashed into them, running at full speed and unable to stop. Nathan saw members of the city guard, arena fighters, even Bannon and the morazeth Lila throw themselves into the clash. Sluggish ancient soldiers defended themselves against the flurry of iron-tipped cudgels. The din erupted like an avalanche.
“We dare not let ourselves fall behind, my dear,” Nathan called to Elsa, summoning a globe of wizard’s fire in his hand. He held his fire, waiting for Nicci and the other duma members to ride ahead so he had a clearer shot. Elsa created a ball of conventional fire, unable to match a wizard’s power, but her flames would burn just as well.
Nathan lobbed his first fireball far over the front ranks of enemy soldiers, careful not to let any of the incinerating fire splash back on Ildakaran forces. The intense magical blaze erupted behind them, engulfing nearly a hundred ancient warriors. They screamed and staggered, collapsing into greasy ash.
Elsa hurled her own fireball, which exploded behind Nathan’s strike. Her flames caused less damage than wizard’s fire, but the blast scattered the confused enemy. Overall, the effect was quite impressive.
As he built his attack, Nathan called upon his gift, feeling the Han in his new heart strong within him with remnants of Chief Handler Ivan’s anger. He disliked feeling the insidious touch of that other wizard inside him, but he used the anger and darkness to create an even larger ball of wizard’s fire that exploded and drove back hundreds of the ancient warriors.
Ildakaran soldiers, furious but undisciplined, spread out as they struck the enemy ranks, like water splashing around rocks in a stream. They fought hundreds of individual opponents and began to crack through the swiftly organized enemy ranks.
Nicci’s lightning danced across Utros’s defenses, while the other wizards continued their magical attacks. Elsa set countless tents alight with her fire, burning lines of enemy soldiers who tried to flee. Nathan found reserves of energy inside him, called another ball of wizard’s fire, and blasted dozens more. Even though each strike drove back entire lines of General Utros’s troops, he knew the Ildakaran sortie couldn’t hope to make more than a dent in the overall ancient force.
Nathan realized he had to think bigger, find a way to cause more substantial damage, not just a hundred enemies at a time. As the remnants of his wizard’s fire continued to rush through the targeted part of the camp, starting secondary fires, he realized something that he and Elsa could easily do, and it might affect a much larger part of the besieging army. “The hills! The dry hills.” He gestured toward the brown slopes at the edge of the valley. “It’s a tinderbox! We can start a blaze that will sweep across the army.”
She immediately understood. “They’ll never be able to fight it.” Reaching out both hands, she used her gift to ignite fire there and build it. But while she was concentrating, a burly enemy soldier lunged forward with a curved sword to cleave her in two.
“No!” Nathan shoved with his other hand, making a shield of air that smashed the enemy off his feet and knocked his curved sword away. The warrior crashed to the ground, but Nathan was so incensed at the threat to Elsa that he slammed down hard with a fist of air and crushed the enemy’s chest and face.
Elsa gasped, thanking Nathan before she threw the next sphere of fire that had materialized in her hand, tossing it as far as she could toward the dry hills.
Nathan summoned more wizard’s fire, one ball in each hand, and launched them both. Blazing, alive with destruction, they arced like comets high into the night, so bright they illuminated the battlefield below. Elsa’s fireball struck first, erupting into a spray of sparks and igniting another swatch of grasses, while Nathan’s more powerful fire impacted higher on the hillside.
At first, the enemy soldiers paid little attention to the spreading grass fire, but Nathan was pleased to see the flames catch and build into a conflagration. Blazing curtains raced up the hillside and burned down toward the encamped army. He grinned at her. “Yes, indeed, that was a good idea.”
“Follow me, Nathan. I may need your help for something else.” Elsa ran deeper into the camp, away from the primary fighting. “I have more magic we can use.”
He saw where she was going. The ancient army was rapidly growing stronger as more soldiers from deeper in the camp gathered their weapons and ran toward the fight. Nathan had hoped to hit these separated ranks hard before too many reinforcements arrived. “Not there. We can’t—”
“We will,” she said. “It’s transference magic. Remember, I prepared for this.”
Elsa ran with surprising speed, and Nathan couldn’t leave her to fight all by herself. “Whatever you say. We did promise to protect each other.”