"GRRRRRRREEEAAAA!" he cried out, as he smashed his hammer down onto the stone lip of the well. The wall shattered, sending shards of stone heavenward. He swung around and banged the shattered wall with his thick tail and watched as a long section of it tumbled into the black pit of the well. The collapse of the well brought him no satisfaction. He needed blood! He needed to see the fear in a man's eyes in the second before he crushed his skull!
On the second floor of the foundry, a window swung open. A short man with a wispy mustache fired an arrow that whistled toward Sawface. It landed at the exact tip of his boney snout, quivering between his nostrils.
Sawface tore the arrow free and charged the foundry. He slammed his hammer into the brick wall. Cracks ran up the mortar to the window where the man stood.
"Idiot," the man called down. "Too dumb to use the door."
"RRRRRAAAAAAAAUUUUUHHHH!" screamed Sawface. The mammal dared taunt him! He spun around and looked into the eyes of the earth-dragon immediately behind him. The soldier was half his size, heavily armored in plates of thick steel. He snatched the soldier by the arm and said, "BRING HIM TO ME!"
He threw the soldier with all his strength at the window.
The man who taunted him turned pale and jumped back into the room.
The earth-dragon smashed into the wall a foot below the window with a loud crash, then dropped back to the earth at Sawface's feet. Blood poured from his mouth.
"EEERRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGAA!" Sawface screamed as he spun back to face the soldiers behind him. As one, they all jumped back a full yard. They stared at him with wide eyes.
"GAAAAAHHRRRR!" he cried out as he barreled toward them. The soldiers parted, and then quickly closed in behind him as he ran around the side of the foundry toward the great central doors. He swung his hammer with every fiber of rage he could muster. The double doors flew apart in a spray of splinters.
He leapt into the darkness beyond, halting for the briefest second as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He was hungry to find a target as quickly as possible. Behind him, he heard the clatter and clang of his Wasters as they, too, paused at the door.
Before him was a wall of men, at least a hundred, crouched down on their knees, pointing rods of iron at him.
Behind them were a hundred more men standing, also pointing iron rods. He recognized these pieces of metal. They were the bang sticks that had killed so many of his brothers at the battle near the river.
Above the twin rows was a man with wings.
"Now," said the man.
Sawface heard the SNICK of two hundred pieces of flint striking steel in unison. He heard the SSSSS and saw the dancing sparks as ten-score flash-pans sizzled to life.
"Raaar?" he whispered.
The thunderous report deafened Burke, but the visor protected him from the flash. He saw in crystal clarity the heavy iron head of Sawface's hammer drop through the pink mist where the beast had just stood. The anvil-shaped metal bounced in curious silence next to the claw prints on the stone floor.
Beyond, a dozens of earth-dragons writhed in agony as their horrified companions looked on. The sky-wall team must have heard the guns go off-for that matter, the men on the moon must have heard the gun go off. But it was the sky-wall team that poured to the windows and roof and began to fire arrows into the dragons in the street. The arrows flew so rapidly they looked like flashes of light in Burke's visor. Above the ringing in his ears, he began to faintly hear the familiar song of the bows-zing zing zing zing zing!
The earth dragons screamed as a single chorus. Never before had Burke heard such music.
In thirty seconds, it was over. Not a single earth-dragon on the street outside the foundry was left alive.
"The sky-dragons will see this," Burke shouted. "They're free to use the catapults again. Bombers! Go!"
Vulpine lifted his head as he heard a thunder similar to the one that accompanied the explosion at the bridge.
Sagen said, "Did the humans have a second war machine?"
"Possibly," said Vulpine. "It sounds as if this one fared no better than the first."
Seconds later, wisps of white smoke rose into the air near the foundry.
Odd. With an explosion of this size, he would have expected black smoke.
He looked up at the sky-dragon spotters high overhead. All had their necks craned toward the city as they rode the wind. Suddenly, one broke off and dove toward them. It was a member of the aerial guard. The sky-dragon spread his wings fifty feet above the ground and parachuted to a halt on the red-clay earth by the catapult. "The earth-dragons have been massacred!"
"What?" said Vulpine, finding the dragon's exaggeration amusing. "In the three minutes since they knocked open the gate?"
The dragon shook his head. "In the thirty seconds after they reached the foundry."
"Are they in retreat?"
The sky-dragon sounded angry. "I mean, sir, that every last earth-dragon that followed Sawface has been killed."
Vulpine's voice caught in his throat. In the distance, he spotted the angels shooting into the air, straight up, one, two, three, four, five of them. They rose at an impossible speed until they vanished in the bright sky above.
Arifiel, who was with them at the command post, turned and said, "As of now, the valkyries are no longer part of this mission."
"What?" asked Vulpine.
"Has age dulled your ears?" Arifiel asked. "An angel came to the defense of the Nest. I'm alive because that angel saved me after I'd been badly burned. I was uncomfortable this morning when I saw the angels. They look different from the one who saved me, but their wings are the same. Now, the angels have come to the defense of Dragon Forge."
"And it's your duty to fight them!" said Vulpine.
"No, sir," said Arifiel. "A valkyrie's first loyalty is to the Nest. The Nest survives due to angelic intervention. Now, they have chosen to defend Dragon Forge. I don't know what their purpose is. But there are mysterious forces at work here, and I don't intend to leave those forces angry at the Nest."
"Arifiel!" said Sagen. "Such cowardice!"
"It's not cowardice that guides my judgment," said Arifiel. "It's-"
She never finished her sentence.
Vulpine's jaws closed around her throat quicker than she could react. He felt her swallow against his tongue. He whipped his head violently to the side, tearing away her windpipe.
She dropped to the ground, dying; bright red blood surged from the long rip in her pale blue throat. Vulpine spit away the bits of scaly hide that clung to his teeth.
"You're now in command of the valkyries," Vulpine said to Sagen.
Sagen looked pale as he stared at his father's bloody mouth.
"What if she's right?" Sagen asked. "What if there are forces at work here we don't understand?"
Vulpine's anger welled. "Of course there are forces here we don't understand! Wars unfold in a great fog, and any dragon who thinks he can see the grand picture is a fool!" He shook his head. "As I have been a fool," he whispered.
"Sir?"
"From the start, I've been advised to simply burn Dragon Forge and build a new foundry on the ash pile." He sighed. "In my arrogance, I believed I could control events to produce a more favorable outcome. I should have known better, Sagen. I should have known that the world is bigger than any one dragon can fathom."
"No one could have foreseen the intervention of angels," said Sagen.
"It's not angels that plague us," said Vulpine. He was certain of this, despite the evidence of his own eyes. "It's our unknown genius within the walls of Dragon Forge. All this time, I thought we had the luxury of waiting them out, as disease and dwindling resources depleted them. In truth, they were waiting us out… no doubt he calculated that the great empire Albekizan commanded would unravel before their food was exhausted."