"Here, youngster!" the bowman replied from close beside me.
"Can Blackie send your arrows out beyond those formations?"
"I reckon so," he drawled.
"Very well," I said grimly. "The same drill as the first battle, only this time don't go for the wagons. I want a half circle of fire around their rear."
As before, the bowstring set up a rhythmic "thung" as the bowman began to lose shaft after shaft. This time, however, it seemed the arrows burst into flame more readily.
"Ease off, youngster," Ajax called. "Yer burnin' em up before they reach the ground."
He was right. Either I was standing directly on a force line, or my anger had intensified my energies. Whatever the reason, I found myself with an incredible amount of power at my disposal.
"Sorry, Ajax," I shouted, and diverted a portion of my mind away from the ignition point.
"Tanda!" I called. "Run back and get Gleep!"
"Right, Skeeve," came the reply.
I had a hunch my pet might come in handy before this brawl was done.
The front row of the army's formation was beginning to advance to the rhythmic pounding of drums. I ignored them.
"Brockhurst!"
"Here, boss!" the Imp responded, stepping to my side.
"Have you spotted the commander yet?"
"Not yet," came the bitter reply. "He's probably buried back in the middle of the formation somewhere."
"Well, climb a tree or something and see if you can pinpoint him," I ordered.
"Right, boss! When I see him, do you want me to go after him?"
"No!" I replied grimly. "Report back to me. I want to handle him myself."
The front line was still advancing. I decided I'd better do something about it. With a sweep of my mind, I set fire to the meadow in front of the line's center. The blocks confronted by this barrier ground to a halt while the right and left wings continued their forward movement.
"Gleep!" came a familiar voice accompanied by an even more familiar blast of bad breath. "We're back!" Tanda announced unnecessarily. I ignored them and studied the situation. Plumes of white smoke rising from behind the Empire's formation indicated that Ajax was almost finished with his task. Soon, the army would find itself cut off from any retreat. It was time to start thinking about our attack. The first thing I needed was more information.
"Gus!" I said thoughtfully, "I want you to take a quick flight over their formations. See if you can find a spot to drop Berfert where he can do some proper damage."
"Right, boss," the gargoyle grunted, lumbering forward.
"Wait a minute," I said, a thought occurring to me. "Tanda, have you still got the invisibility sheet with you?"
"Right here!" she grinned.
"Good," I nodded. "Gus, take the sheet with you. Keep it in front of you as long as you can while you're checking them out. There's no sense drawing fire until you have to."
The gargoyle accepted the sheet with a shrug. "If you say so, boss," he muttered. "But they can't do much to me."
"Use it anyway," I ordered. "Now get moving."
The gargoyle sprang heavily into the air and started across the meadow with slow sweeps of his massive wings. I found it hard to believe anything that big and made of stone could fly, but I was seeing it. Maybe he used levitation.
"All set, youngster," Ajax chortled, interrupting my thoughts. "Anything else I can do for ya?"
"Not just now, Ajax," I replied. "But stand by." I was glad that portion of my concentration was free now. This next stunt was going to take all the energy I could muster.
I focused my mind on the grass in front of the advancing left wing. As testimony to the effectiveness of my efforts, that portion of the line ground to an immediate halt.
"Say!" Tanda breathed in genuine admiration.
"That's neat."
The effect I was striving for was to have the grass form itself into an army of Imps, rising from the ground to confront the Empire's troops. I chose Imps this time instead of demons because Imps are shorter, therefore requiring less energy to maintain the illusion.
Whatever my efforts actually achieved, it was enough to have the soldiers react. After several shouted orders from their officers, the troops let fly a ragged barrage of javelins at the grass in front of them. The weapons, of course, had no effect on their phantom foe.
"Say, youngster," Ajax said, nudging me lightly.
"You want me to do something about those jokers shootin' at our gargoyle?"
I turned slightly to check Gus's progress. The flying figure had passed over the center line troops, the ones my fire was holding in check. The soldiers could now see the figure behind the invisible sheet, and were reacting with enviable competence.
The archers in their formation were busy loosing their shafts at this strange figure that had suddenly appeared overhead, while their comrades did their best to reach the gargoyle with hurled javelins.
I saw all this at a glance. I also saw something else.
"Wait a minute, Ajax," I ordered. "Look at that!"
The various missiles loosed by the center line were falling to earth in the massed formations of the troops still awaiting commands. Needless to say, this was not well received, particularly as they were still unable to see the actual target of their advance force. To them, it must have appeared that by some magik or demonic possession, their allies had suddenly turned and fired on them.
Now a few blocks began to return the fire, ordering their own archers into action. Others responded by raising their shields and starting forward with drawn swords.
The result was utter chaos, as the center line troops tried to defend themselves from the attacks of their own reinforcements.
Mind you, I hadn't planned it this way, but I was quick to capitalize on the situation. If the presence of a gargoyle could cause this kind of turmoil, I thought it would be a good idea to up the ante a little.
With a quick brush of my mind, I altered Gus's appearance. Now they had a full-grown dragon hovering over their midst. The effect was spectacular.
I, however, did not allow myself the luxury of watching. I had learned something in this brief exchange, and I wanted to try it out.
I dissolved my Imp army, then reformed them, not in front of the troops, but in their midst!
This threw the formations into total disorder. As the soldiers struck or threw at the phantom figures, more often than not they struck their comrades instead.
If this kept up, they would be too busy fighting each other to bother with us.
"Boss!" Brockhurst called, darting up to my side. "I've got the commander spotted!"
"Where?" I asked grimly, trying not to take my concentration from the battle raging in the meadow.
The Imp pointed.
Sure enough! There was the Brute, striding angrily from formation to formation, trying to restore order to his force.
I heard the telltale whisper of an arrow being drawn.
"Ajax!" I barked. "Hold your fire. He's mine ....ll mine!"
As I said this, I dissolved all the Imps in the Brute's vicinity, and instead changed the commander's features until he took on the appearance of Aahz.
The dazed soldiers saw a demon appear in their midst brandishing a sword, a demon of a type they knew could be killed. They needed no further prompting.
I had one brief glimpse of the Brute's startled face before his troops closed on him, then a forest of uniforms blotted him from my view.
"Mission accomplished, boss!" Gus announced, appearing beside me. "What next?"
"What... did you ..." I stammered.
I had forgotten that on his return trip, the invisibility sheet would shield the gargoyle from our view. His sudden appearance had startled me.
"Berfert'll be along when he gets done with their siege equipment," Gus continued, waving toward the enemy.