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We barged through the doorway together. Thomas was lying on the floor by the kitchen, pale, but still breathing. Standing in front of him was a demon. No, scratch that, it was one of the Denarius, one that I haven't seen before. But hell, did that matter right now?
The Denarius looked up at us with its four eyes; two one top of each other, one set glowing yellow, the other orange. These things gave me the creeps. But what was worse was he smiled at me. Yeah, it smiled joyfully as it pulled its sword out of my brother's chest. Thomas only groaned.
Like I said, I haven't come across this Fallen One before. And that's saying something, 'cause I've met more of these than I have ever wanted to. He was short, skinny; might have been Asian before he took up his coin. And he was holding a sword in each hand. Oh, sorry, that's not right; the swords were his freaking hands! Oh how my day was going from bad to worse.
I started gathering my will, sending all my fear and anger through the blasting rod in my hand, a spell ready on my lips.
But I never had a chance to unleash it.
Syileta stepped up beside me, power and heat radiating off of her. Her eyes were glowing red, and she was holding fire in her hands. Without a word she began throwing fireballs towards the Denarius. Well, I guess I know how strong her elemental powers were. She could probably kick my ass. Granted, I've had a slight fear of fire ever since that encounter with the Black Court vamps. The ugly son of a screamed as the fire burned its face and chest, but with a wave of its arm sent some unseen force at Syi, launching her through the air towards the door. She hit hard, sliding to the floor and landing in a heap. As the demon was distracted by her I released the power I had gathered in my blasting rod at it.
"Vendaval!"
My spell hit him right in the chest. The massive amount of wind I gathered up made the Denarius crumple back a few steps before retaliating. Damn, that much power should have thrown him through the wall. Its retaliation was quick and strong. The damn thing charged at me, waving his hands (hands? Weren't they swords earlier?) and throwing the upturned side table and arm chairs at me. I changed tactics quickly, sending my will into the bracelet on my left wrist and raising my shield just as the first chair flew at my face.
I saw Syileta move out of the corner of my eye. She had her knives out, and was charging at the Denarius. Thankfully it was distracted with me and didn't see her coming.
"Hey dumb shit!" I yelled, trying to get his attention further. I dropped my shield long enough to blast him against the wall again.
"Harry" She yelled, throwing one of her daggers in my direction, "Circle!"
I understood, finally, why she was charging without attacking him. She was using her daggers to form a pentagram on the floor. And I was her distraction. But the last point was right in front of me. This circle would allow us to trap the demon long enough to grab Thomas and get the hell away. It wasn't going to be as strong as the silver ring I had in my lab, but it might work. I looked down at the dagger in my hand. Silver. Ya, that should do the trick.
As I slammed the dagger through the carpet into the floor, Syileta let out a scream. The demon had gotten up again and slammed his arm, now a sword again, through the back of her shoulder.
Fear ripped through me again and I channeled it through my rod. This was one of the stupidest things I have ever tried to do. But if it works, well, we might all live.
"Vento di andata!" I screamed.
This time, I was pulling the Denarius towards me. His sword was coming towards my head as I raised my shield, but he was in the circle and away from Syileta.
It was then that it hit the wall of the shield and landed on the ground with a grunt. There was a red wall of fire where it had hit her shield for a moment before the circle fully established itself. It was nothing like the circle's I made, but it worked.
The Denarius let out a scream in protest as it took a swing at the circle again.
"Damn you," it hissed, showing a heavy Asian accent. He swung his sword at it again, this time sending a ripple through the invisible force field. Hell's bells, the shield was not going to last long against him. He was just too strong.
I glared at him defiantly for a moment. I know, a little childish, but I stuck out my tongue too. He was just pissing me off.
"Harry," Syileta mumbled again, pulling me from my childish taunts.
She was kneeling over Thomas' pale body, pulling at his shirt to see his wound.
"He must have put up a real fight if he was put out with just this small wound." She said, ripping a strip of his shirt off to wrap around the wound. "I need more time to help him."
I took a glance over my shoulder at the Denarius. He was still swinging away at the shield.
"You're hurt." I said, indicating to the nasty, for lack of a better term, whole in her shoulder.
"I'll heal." She said quietly, still looking over Thomas' wounds. "Eventually."
Aww, the Elemental's advanced healing abilities. I had forgotten about that. "How long you need?" I asked.
"Umm," she said distractedly. "two, three minutes tops."
"Hell's bells that's fast." I mumbled, looking back at the circle again. "How long till the shield falls?" I asked hopefully.
"Oh, 'bout thirty seconds." She whispered.
Oh fuck. This was bad. Thomas needed to feed to be able to heal himself, Syileta needed at least a couple minutes, and there was no way in hell I could take on this guy by myself in the next thirty seconds.
"How long's he got?" I asked, trying to come up with a plan B.
"Ten minutes probably, maybe a little more." Syileta said. "We running?"
"Ya, Hell ya." I said, pulling Thomas's arm around my shoulder. "Out the window, it'll attract less attention."
Syileta nodded and helped me carry Thomas over to the window. Damn Thomas was heavy. I took one last look around the room. The Denarius was still smiling and swinging away at the circle. This one was going to be close.
And to top it off I was planning on jumping out a window. Smart Harry, real smart. Syileta was standing in front of the window, looking down at our nice drop.
"Ouch," she whispered, seeing the huge drop. "You go with Thomas; I'll steady you as much as I can." She said, pulling her amulet over her head.
"Go." She screamed after I had frozen.
This was suicide, but I threw myself out the window anyways. Oh, this one was going to leave a mark. I just hoped to God that Syileta knew enough magic to keep us from going splat.
Sorry this Chapter's so short, I had a horse show this weekend. Anyways please leave a Review! I appreciate it. The chapter's will get longer again soon.