'What are you doing?' Sulvec spat at him, already at the lamplight's edge to follow Marger.
'Putting him out of his misery, sir,' the soldier said.
'Don't,' Sulvec hissed. 'Get after them.' There was sudden movement from behind and he whirled round. It was only one of the soldiers who had followed Thalric, after the man's first lunatic swoop across their torchlit space. He had an arm about his ribs and was grimacing in pain.
Something moved, everywhere around them. They all felt it save for Osgan, whose world had now contracted to the gash opening his stomach.
Sulvec froze. It was hard to say what had just happened. It was impossible, in fact. He did not have the words or the concepts. There had been a shudder, through the stone and in the air and in his mind, like an earthquake that had not moved a physical thing, but had shaken a sense of threat into their very bones.
'Go …' Sulvec started, and then he watched blue flames suddenly flash into existence down the hall, way beyond their own lamps. They illuminated no lamp-lighter. He turned round, seeing that the same ghostly braziers had sprung up the other way down the hall, too, leaving only a span of darkness immediately around the Wasps. 'Stay …' he got out. 'Marger will do it.' His throat was so dry that his voice was just a croak.
'I saw something, sir,' one of his men whispered, pulling closer. At his feet Osgan was whimpering with each new breath he took. The sound gave Sulvec courage.
'That will be Marger, no doubt,' he said, forcing the quaver out of his voice. It had better be Marger. The three Wasps had now drawn together. Their lamps guttered unnaturally low.
Sulvec crouched low over Osgan's body, noticing their lanterns dip, one by one, and fail. Something was moving in the darkness but he looked away from it, looked to the floor. He dearly did not want to see what it might be.
Thalric's sudden dash had caught up with them just as Accius had hauled his prey into the room of tombs, lit up by the braziers that cast the Vekken's skin in cobalt.
Thalric dropped down just six feet from the Ant, sword in hand and left palm extended. Che stared at him, her own hands still uselessly clutching at the Vekken's arm. She noticed a glitter in the corner of her eye and realized that Accius had drawn his own blade.
'What …?' Thalric's eyes narrowed as he tried to understand. 'What do you want with her? Where did you even come from?'
'Vek,' Accius said, his arm tightening so that Che almost choked. She stamped hard on his foot, but his boots were steel-toed and it got her nowhere. 'Vek requires answers.'
'Then seek them from me-' Thalric started, but just then the Ant hurled Che aside, hard enough to bounce her off the wall. A stingshot danced through the air where Thalric had been.
Thalric had ended up on the floor, reacting to some instinct he could not name. He turned on his back, hands out. One of the Wasps went straight overhead, the other dropped straight on him.
Marger? He was fighting Marger. The man tried to pin him down with one hand and a knee, his sword drawn back. Thalric was stronger, though, and better at this kind of back-alley fighting. He twisted round, put an elbow into the side of Marger's head, and threw him off. They both loosed stingshots at the same time, and both missed.
'Run, Che!' Thalric snapped. He saw the Beetle girl rise shakily. The other Wasp was coming back fast. Accius was loading his crossbow unhurriedly, with a soldier's calm professionalism.
'Run!' Thalric shouted again, and jumped on Marger, feeling the heat-flash of the man's sting warm his own side. He put a fist into the man's face, feeling Marger's nose shift, and then he had his own sword drawn back. Marger snarled in desperation and slung both of them aside, colliding with Accius as he loosed his crossbow. The bolt vanished into the darkness and the second Wasp had now landed, arm outstretched for a target as Marger and Thalric wrestled.
Accius hit Thalric. He had probably not been aiming at either Wasp in particular, but Thalric had the bad luck to get in the way and the Ant's fist hit him in the stomach like a battering ram. Through three layers of silk, he felt every link of his copperweave armour dent into his skin, and he sat down heavily.
Marger turned his hand on to the Ant, but Accius grabbed his belt and one arm and threw him a full ten feet with a bone-jarring crash. Art-given strength was virtually boiling in waves off the Ant-kinden.
The Vekken turned to find the other Wasp with his hand outstretched, but out of reach. That was when Che appeared out of the dark behind the threatening figure, armed with Accius's own discarded sword, and stabbed him in the back.
The stingbolt was loosed, but flew far over Accius's head. As the Wasp dropped Che stabbed him again for good measure, leaving the sword buried between his shoulders. Thalric saw that her hands were shaking.
He backed off from the Ant, ducking to collect his own sword again, prying it from the oozing ground. 'Che, come here,' he ordered quietly, then looked around for Marger, saw him upright. The Wasp cast a half-glance behind him, and his expression of betrayal revealed, more than any words could, the fact that he had thought there were reinforcements behind him.
'Thalric,' he said wearily. 'Thalric, you've got to die. Let the Beetle go, let the Ant go, I don't care. But they'll just keep coming for you. At any cost. You've got to die.'
'I disagree,' Thalric told him. 'To the pits with Imperial politics.'
'Thalric, this isn't politics,' Marger stressed. 'I saw the orders, they were sealed by General Brugan himself. Thalric, if you don't die, none of us goes home alive.' He took a deep breath, steadying himself against one of the tombs.
'Brugan?' Thalric felt a strange chill. He remembered his own briefing with the general, that had sent him here. 'Why?'
'Brugan's currently having this whole city destroyed just to cover your death,' Marger snapped. He bared his teeth in utter frustration, crooking his fingers into claws. 'What did you do? What did you do to piss him off that much? Why won't you just die? '
Che glanced sideways, and saw that Accius had retrieved his crossbow, and had recocked it even as the Wasp spoke. He was aiming it at no one, not yet. His eyes flicked between the two Wasps, his face expressionless.
Marger was now approaching, step by dragging step, limping slightly from whatever hurts he had taken when Accius had thrown him. Thalric hefted his sword, levelled his hand. 'Marger …'
'Then do it! ' the other Wasp shouted. 'Because they're going to kill me anyway, if I fail, and probably even if I succeed. Why did you have to go and mess with the General of the Rekef? '
It was obvious, in retrospect, that he had been going to charge just then, whatever the consequences, but instead he stopped, jaw dropping, staring past Thalric and the others. A small, strangled noise emerged from him.
Accius followed his glance, and Thalric heard the Ant hiss, turning and raising his crossbow. With that Thalric could do nothing but glance behind him, despite all his training. Once he had glimpsed what was there, he had to turn to face it too. Although it brought him closer to Marger, he started backing away. They were all of them backing away, the four intruders seeking what dubious retreat they could in the face of what they saw.
'Oh,' Che breathed, watching the apparition walk ponderously into view. It was a woman ten feet tall, and massively proportioned, her frame a cascade of curves running down shoulders, breasts, stomach and hips, voluptuous with fat and yet unencumbered by it. She walked with the assurance of kings, and her hair was long and black, lustrous with the gleaming slime that coated her. She wore only a few folds of cloth about her loins, but she would have been fit for the court of the Empress. Her face — with a majesty no Beetle or Ant or Wasp could ever muster — was that of the effigies on the tombs, the dancers atop the pyramid, the forbidding giants of the Estuarine Gate.