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“No.”
“Yes.” And Saren attacked, but as she did, all the thread-holders launched with her. They rained down on The Immortal. It was a whirlwind after that. The Immortal was covered in ghost forms and the wind picked up, swirling around them like a tornado. Lucas stood back. He wasn’t sure if he should wade in or hold back, but when he heard the first cry, he knew that wasn’t The Immortal. No matter how much he hated it, she still had Davy’s voice. He would’ve recognized her cry no matter how far away.
He started forward.
“Wait.” A hand touched him. It was soft and warm. It was gentle, too.
Brown was there, her eyes were open, but he only saw the whites. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her mind. He said, “Tell me that’s magic.”
“It is.” Her hand clasped tighter onto him. “I am connecting you to everyone to fight her.”
“I can’t fight if I’m being held back.”
“I know. I’m connecting to you mentally.” A shift happened inside of him, like a room appeared and the door swung open to let thousands inside. He gasped, but he heard her say, “And I’m done. Go. Fight. Get Davy.”
That was all he needed to hear. Gripping his sword, he waded in through the winds.
The Immortal and Saren were trading blows. One would hit, the other retaliated. It would repeat, over and over again. He had to push through more winds and more of the thread-holder sisters. They were there right alongside their sister. They were urging her on, chanting words of magic to her. The Immortal was growing frustrated. She couldn’t strike Saren down, but when Saren swung the sword to her head, she grabbed it and yanked it out of her hands.
Saren cried out, losing her weapon.
“Finally,” The Immortal growled and swung it herself.
It would’ve come down on Saren, who was dazed, but Lucas blocked it with his own sword.
“No!” Furious dark eyes snapped to his. They widened at his arrival. “I was going to let you live.”
He kicked her sword away and grunted, “You were going to let Jacith kill me.”
“Well.” She shrugged, rounding back and steadying on her feet. “I was, but then I liked your company after all.”
“Bitch,” he snarled.
“Vampire,” she shot back.
His eyes jumped to hers. Shock spread quickly through him. It was the same insult, said with the same venom that Davy first held for him. He looked into The Immortal’s eyes. Davy? The Immortal’s eyes lit up. A literal light filled them and he heard back in his mind, “It’s me. She can’t concentrate on me, but I’m slowing her down. Each time she swings or tries to send magic out, I block her. She hasn’t figured out what’s going on, but she can’t stop me anyway. She’s losing her hold. Keep going!”
He swung his own sword, and The Immortal blocked him, rounding to hit him across his face. It was a slap, but with her strength, it was a launch backwards.
“Vampire!”
He thought it was The Immortal, but it was Saren instead. She jumped in the air, grabbing a dagger that was tucked against his back and she thrust out, slicing The Immortal. It was going to slash her throat, but The Immortal evaded. It cut her arm instead and another unearthly growl came from The Immortal, who retaliated. She swung the sword out. It was quick enough to graze Saren’s cheeks.
Blood had been spilled on both ends.
Lucas rebounded and both Saren and he were swinging at The Immortal. They struck at the same time. The Immortal was cut by both, but her efforts doubled. They fought like that, trading blows, until Lucas had lost track of time. He felt like he had been fighting for hours. His body was growing weaker so he closed his eyes and pulled forth mor
e of his power. The Hunters were there. He felt them rallying inside and when he opened his eyes again, he felt all of them with him. He swung, but they were all swinging with him.
His sword hit hers. It held and he leaned forward, pushing on it. He was going to overpower her. He had to.
Sensing the renewed strength, she dropped her sword and hit at him with magic. “Enough!” she roared.
The magic hit him like a two-ton semi. It hit him hard and he was winded. He could see, but he couldn’t stop her as she turned on Saren. The wind went to her feet and began circling her. It picked up speed as it started up over her feet, her calves, her legs, her waist. She was drawing power from the ground.
She was going to kill Saren. He felt her intent and tried to help. “No!” he yelled.
It was too late.
