Jackal Among Snakes

Explosions, crackling lightning, and blades of wind collided above the sea in a grand display of power. The air around Mateth echoed with the songs of war. The sea itself seemed to have caught fire, most of Monticci’s war caravels sinking into the sea. Corpses and wreckage alike bashed against the docks and ships, carried by the churning sea. The snow elves’ longships bounced up and down on the tumultuous tide, each one filled to the brim with potent spellcasters and warriors.

Magic changed the face of siege warfare. Nikoletta’s father had taught her that, and it stuck with her. Perhaps her father’s emphasis on the power of magic was precisely why she had gone to the Order of the Gray Owl—that, and her mother had been a High Wizard of the Order. Nikoletta’s love of magic had its foundations in her own spirit, though.

In ages long since passed, before magic was as prominent and as powerful as it was today, sieges were often long and drawn out. The invaders, superhuman or no, could seldom break stone with their hands. They would build siege weapons and batter them against the walls, or more often, simply starve out the defenders. It was a cruel and tedious process, as befitted an age before chivalry and knighthood.

A throwing axe struck the stone near Nikoletta, its deafening ring drawing her back to attention. Mina slapped her shoulder and shouted, “Nicky! Don’t worry about the coast!”

Nikoletta nodded, looking back down to the invaders on the ground while crouching behind a parapet. Duke Enrico had taken command of the forces near the docks. He had asked for Nikoletta to remain here where she might be safer and helpful. That was despite her insistence that she should be alongside the spellcasters, being one herself.

Ryger commanded the troops managing the walls. Only a few mages remained on the wall’s walkways, the bulk dealing with the coastal invaders. The enemy on the ground did not have an exceptional number of mages. Many of their number had ways to counter magic: the strange material known as Ebonice that Argrave had mentioned. The elven invaders stayed far from the tall walls, not daring to try tunneling or climbing. Their javelins and axes were accurate. Many good men and women had died before Nikoletta’s eyes, head cleaved in twain by a thrown weapon.

“They’re gathering their mages together!” Ryger shouted, loud voice breaking through the din. “Mages, prepare for an assault! Focus on me,” the big man commanded, moving to a central point on the wall.

Nikoletta peeked above the parapet, being mindful of thrown projectiles. As Ryger said, the troops were bunching together, the lightly armored mages speaking amongst themselves in preparation for something. A good deal of warriors gathered together, shield and axe clenched tightly. The mages got behind them, and a great tempest began to swirl across the trampled crops.

Then, a group of Veidimen ascended into the air at a constant pace, a whirling gale beneath their feet. Nikoletta widened her eyes, taking an instinctive step away as they soared through the sky. One archer had the bearing to fire an arrow, and it struck one of the airborne snow elves, sending him spinning free of the magic lifting them. He slammed into the corner of the parapet, cracking it before tumbling down to the ground. Their magic wore off at a certain height and the remainder alighted loudly on the center of the wall. They were only five.

“These bastards are insane!” Mina shouted from beside Nikoletta, moving towards the encroaching snow elves with hands outstretched and magic matrixes forming in front of her palms.

“Wait…!” Nikoletta tried to stop Mina, but her hands grabbed air. Many defenders stepped away from the cover of the parapets, panicked by the sudden intrusion. The elven invaders outside coordinated their attack with this occurrence. Without cover, some of the defenders were snagged by thrown weapons. Nikoletta stood, recalling something Argrave had told her.

“Wind magic, for instance, utterly invalidates bows, crossbows, and other such ranged projectiles.”

closest veered away wildly, all their accuracy gone. Nikoletta rushed forth, casting another spell, [Wind Wall], stopping another

robust and covered in plate armor. The fact that they tried such a ridiculous gambit was a

perfect distance. The knight received the attack with the top of his shield, but the axe’s beard hooked onto the shield. The snow elf pulled, unbalancing

were quickly surrounded, each one was a ruthless force. They jumped from opponent to opponent with a military efficiency, never allowing the defenders to take advantage of their numbers. The mages had no opportunity to avoid friendly fire. Nikoletta prepared some magic, but she stopped herself. This force of five men could not hope to seize the walls alone. They were a

preparing to

elves are being launched over! Disengage, prepare

says!” He went forth to meet the Veidimen, his greatsword held out before

out, and though the magic was dispelled, their brief wind magic countered their momentum. The elves could not make it to the top of the walls, and they slammed against the side impotently. One managed

Nikoletta’ peripheries, and then a woman stepped forward, kicking the elf trying to climb up with a steel plate boot. The invader fell from the wall, flailing and yelling as she dropped. The new arrival bore a giant zweihander and had a plumed tellerbarret. She

woman snickered. She turned back to Nikoletta and adjusted her hat. A chain dangled from her

“Right,” Nikoletta nodded.

her as she ran to the five on the wall. She grabbed a knight’s head and used him to launch herself in the

top, glancing against her helmet, but she bashed him with her shield. She swung, but Ryger blocked her axe with the greatsword’s guard. He kicked her shin and then grabbed

but then Mina materialized out of thin air from behind, breaking free of an illusion spell. She held her hand to the Veidimen’s knee and cast a spell, cutting past the armor and sending the elf staggering. The snow elf lunged at Ryger, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him to the edge of the wall. Ryger’s back arched

could see movement, but neither stood. They were both probably wounded badly. She

their second wave stopped by her

hook attached to a chain hung from her left hand. She whirled it about like a sling, and then sent it at one of the Veidimen. It was blocked,

slammed into his breastplate, and he was launched into the other Veidimen. After a

their swords. Once more, Mina’s illusion spell shattered, and she appeared in the middle of the three’s circle. Nikoletta’s heart soared with unabated worry, and she broke into the fastest run she ever had. Mina cast a wind spell, sending one of the elves staggering into the crowd of knights where he was promptly killed. She tried to duck away to safety, but one of the snow elves turned and swung his

The black Ebonice axe broke through the barrier with ease. It struck her leather armor and the enchantments shone brightly, rebounding the axe. The snow elf recoiled, and Nikoletta caught Mina and slid away. Above, she

doing dangerous things, Mina,”

woman panted. “If I do nothing, Monticci will lose everything. You’ll

of that everything. A big part of it,”