Jandra raised her shotgun, wondering how close she could aim to Anza without risking hitting her.
Before she could pull the trigger, Anza unfolded, a motion that reminded Jandra of a flower blossoming, but at the speed of an arrow leaving a bow. Anza's blades flashed in the moonlight, and suddenly the turtle-like head of one earth-dragon was freed from the shoulders that held it. The axe-hand of a second dropped to the ground, leaving its owner staring wide-eyed at a blood-spurting stump.
As Vance continued to rain arrows down upon the dragons, Anza began to whirl like a dervish. Dragons dropped around her in a neat circle. Their bloodied bodies formed a small wall that the other dragons would have to step over. She stopped spinning, as the remaining dragons hesitated, their jaws agape as they looked down at their slain brethren.
In the distance, there was a second BOOM. Jandra grimaced. If Shay was killing more dragons than she was, she wasn't pulling her weight. She darted onto the porch. The horses were gone. Perhaps they'd fled when the invasion began-she hoped that Lizard was okay.
She paused at the door to the tavern and smacked the shingle Anza had pressed earlier. She charged through the open door and turned, looking out into the street. She raised her shotgun and fired into the crowd of dragons. She slammed the door shut without waiting to see the result of her shot, running to the stairs that led to the second story. At the top, there was an open trapdoor to the roof. A ladder was leaned against the opening. She climbed the ladder and found Vance. He startled as he heard her step onto the flat roof and spun around, an arrow drawn. She flinched, knowing that this was a stupid way to die. She relaxed as Vance lowered the bow.
"Whew!" he said. "Good thing I'm running out of arrows. A minute ago I'd have shot first and figured out what I hit later."
"How many arrows are left?" Jandra asked, running to the edge of the roof.
"Three," said Vance.
"Burke needs to build bigger quivers," said Jandra, looking down into the street below. There had to be at least fifty dragons circled around Anza. Who knew how many were unseen, in the houses of villagers, bringing havoc?
Yet, Anza wasn't completely alone. There was another blast, much closer, as Shay fired again. Some dragons behind Anza dropped. Jandra didn't know where Shay was, but apparently he was holding his own. Further down the road, she saw a half-dozen humans banded together. They were middle-aged men with longswords similar to the one Anza used. While they were dressed in nightgowns, they did have helmets and shields. They charged a small band of dragons near the barn and joined battle.
The pile of dragons around Anza had grown. There were at least thirty corpses. Jandra felt an acute sense of her own inadequacy. Two weeks ago, she could have rained Vengeance of the Ancestors, a disintegrating flame, down upon these dragons with the speed of thought. She reloaded her shotgun, counting the long seconds. Vance perched on the edge of the roof, his arrow drawn, but held his fire.
"What are you waiting for?" Jandra asked.
"Anza's amazing, but she ain't got eyes in the back of her head," said Vance. "I gotta put my last three shots into dragons attacking where she can't see them."
Jandra nodded. "Good strategy. I'm going to be messier."
She brought the shotgun to her shoulder and took a bead on the thickest cluster of dragons she could find. With a flash and a thunderclap, the gun rained down a shower of deadly missiles. Four dragons were staggered by the blast, one falling over, the other three clutching at the wounds that suddenly peppered their shoulders. They looked toward the rooftop, squinting. A dragon pointed toward Jandra and barked, "Up there!" A dozen dragons broke from the crowd and thundered onto the porch. The whole building shuddered as they kicked at the door. Burke's engineering held better than most of the other doors in town, but she could still hear woodwork splintering with each kick.
"Vance," said Jandra as she pushed another gunpowder charge down the barrel with her ramrod, "Why don't you go pull up the ladder?"
"Good idea." He ran back across the flat roof to the trap door. He crouched over the ladder and grabbed it, as another voice yelled, "Hold on!"
"Shay?" asked Vance.
"I saw you on the roof," said Shay, panting as he bolted up the ladder. "Thought I'd join you. Things were getting hot in the stables. That's not a joke. The stables are on fire."
Jandra could see the flickers of flame from a building several doors down. The odor of burning hay and dung flavored the night air. She squeezed the trigger again and every odor but the sharp kick of gunpowder vanished. As the smoke cleared, she saw three more dragons had fallen. Perhaps hoping Anza would be distracted by the blast, a pair of dragons lunged, swinging axes. With a flurry of silver blades, the barrier of corpses surrounding Anza grew by two. Shay fired his shotgun, and another dragon fell. By now, the band of armed villagers had proven victorious in their initial skirmish and were shouting for blood as they charged toward the tavern.
The earth-dragons below looked frightened and confused. Anza circled slowly within her knee-high fortress of armored corpses. Vance's sky-wall bow sang out as a dragon behind Anza lifted its axe, preparing for a charge. The dragon fell, and the dragon next to him spun on his heels and ran, his thick tail jutting straight out behind him.
Jandra finished loading her gun and fired. By chance, Shay fired at precisely the same instant. The twin blast was deafening. Amidst the smoke, Jandra couldn't tell how many they'd hit, but when the air cleared, full blown panic had seized most of the remaining soldiers. Only a handful nearest to Anza weren't running, either braver than their brethren, or dumber. Jandra reloaded. Vance targeted a dragon with one of his two remaining arrows. ZING!
Shay reveled in the apparent victory, standing right at the edge of the roof. "Ha!" he shouted, holding his gun over his head. "Run you green-scaled bastards! Run from the light of a new human dawn!"
The moonlight grew dim as a shadow fell over the roof.
"How poetic," a voice said, as blue talons shot down from the sky and snatched the shotgun from Shay's grasp. Spreading its wings wide, a sky-dragon dropped to the roof behind them.
"Vulpine!" Shay shouted as he twisted around, his voice changing from triumph to despair.
Vance swung around with his final arrow, drawing a bead on the new arrival, but before he could complete the movement a second blue form shot down toward the roof. The sky-blue crocodilian jaws of a second sky-dragon clamped onto Vance's face. The momentum of the impact jerked Vance from the roof. The sky-dragon released the young archer and Vance dropped twenty feet onto the hard-packed earth below. He landed on his head with a sickening crunch. His arms fell limply to his sides as he stared up with unfocused eyes, his face bleeding from twin rows of puncture wounds.
Anza leapt to attack the remaining dragons that surrounded her, but Jandra didn't have time to watch. The sky-dragon who'd attacked Vance was wheeling back around toward the roof, his jaws wide, a satisfied look in his eyes as it targeted Jandra. Jandra pulled the ramrod from her shotgun, having just finished tamping down the shot. She raised her gun. The dragon's open jaws were only yards away when she pulled the trigger. The gap closed as the fuse sputtered.
Half a second later, there was a tremendous amount of smoke and noise. Jandra was knocked from her feet as the dragon's now headless corpse crashed into her. The wind gushed from her lungs as the wet, twitching body pressed her down into the tarred boards of the roof. As she kicked and rolled to get free, Vulpine chuckled softly. Shay made a pained squeak, a noise like a kitten getting stepped on. At last, she crawled free of the corpse. Still on her knees, she wiped hot blood from her eyes as she tried to make sense of what was happening.