Skin Game
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I lifted my hand and screamed, Forzare! A second wave of kinetic energy lashed through the air and caught the octokong, pressing outward, and for half a dozen seconds the strength of my will contended with all of those tentacles and arms.
The shield in the hallway had taken too much out of me. I could feel my will beginning to buckle, the spell begin to falter. The octokong pressed closer and closer to where I lay prostrate, my arm extended. Little stars gathered at the edges of my vision.
And then there was a shriek, a high-pitched howling sound that was absolutely industrial in its tone and intensity. There was a flash of light, blue-white and so bright that it made Valmonts stun grenade look like a cameras flashbulb by comparison, and the air itself was rent with a miniature thunderclap as a sphere of fire the size of my two fists appeared in the same space as the octokongs skull.
It was there for a fraction of a second, pop, like a short-lived soap bubble.
And when it was gone . . . all that was left was blackened bone and a cloud of fine, fine black powder.
The octokong convulsed, all ten limbs writhing, but it didnt last long. The headless corpse thrashed around for a moment, and the blackened remnants of the skull went rolling off of it, cracking and crumbling as it did.
Hannah Ascher appeared over the body, her party shoes held in one hand, her dark eyes blazing. Dresden? You okay?
I just stared at her for a second.
Hells bells.
I mean, dont get me wrong. Im a Wizard of the White Council. But what Id just witnessed was a display of precision and power so awesome that I would barely have believed it from a senior Council member, much less a freaking warlock younger than me. Fires a tricky, tricky magic to use. Call up enough power to do damage, and you have to fight to control it. The hotter you make it, the more it spreads out, consumes, destroys. This fire spell had been positively surgical.
I mean, Im good with fire.
But Hannah Ascher was good with fire.
Ye gods, no wonder the Wardens hadnt brought her in yet.
Thanks, I said, climbing to my feet. And then I reached out and shoved her away as the first octokong came swarming through the doorway behind her and pounced, tentacles flailing.
I had time to get my arms up and then the weight of the thing drove me flat to the floor. I tried to fight it, but there was nothing to fightI was pinned beneath a fleshy web of tentacles that ripped and tore and bit at me through my clothes. I barely managed to wrench my head free of the slimy, stinking thing and get a breath, and because I did I was in time to see Anna Valmont step out of the cleaning closet and hurl a cup of some kind of powdered concentrate into the octokongs eyes.
The thing shrieked in agony, pure agony, and half of its tentacles lifted off of me instantly in a vain attempt to protect its face and head. The beast writhed in torment, and I managed to get a leg into place to shove it off me. I pushed myself to my feet.
Go! I shoutedat Ascher and Valmont. Go, go, go!
They didnt need any more encouragement. We fled down the hallway, leaving the screaming octokong behind us, and all but flew down the stairs.
There, I snapped at Ascher on the way down. We got her out and shes helping. You happy?
Yeah, Dresden, she said, her tone cross. Im happy. Im thrilled. Im freaking joyous. Now shut up and run.
And I fled the hotel, blood oozing out to stain my shredded tux.
I didnt mind so much.
Id like to see Nicodemus try to get his deposit back on that.
Eleven
On the way down the stairs, Anna Valmont ditched her tunic and pants, and proved to be wearing a little party dress beneath. Once shed kicked off her shoes and socks, she blended in with every other society girl fleeing the building. A small bag belted around her waist and concealed beneath the tunic became a clutch. She pulled her hair off, ditched the wig, and shook out shoulder-length dark blond hair from beneath it, fashionably tousled. She put on sunglasses, and appropriated Hannah Aschers heels. She hurried a little, caught up to the last group to head out in front of us, and blended in with them seamlessly. By the time wed reached the ground floor, the shapeless, shorter, brunette hotel staffer had vanished, and a tall and lean blond woman in a black dress was tottering out of the building along with all the rest of them.
Valmont was no dummy. The Fomor servitors were waiting outside, in their caterer uniforms, scanning everyone leaving the building with their flat, somehow amphibian gazes.
Ill run interference. You get her to the car, I muttered to Ascher as we exited the building.
Then I pointed a finger at the nearest servitor and thundered, You!
The man turned his eyes to me. I felt the rest of them do the same. Good. The more of them that were looking at me, the fewer eyes there were to notice Valmont making good her escape. I stalked over to the servitor like a man spoiling for a fight. What do you people think youre doing? I mean, Ive heard of getting your sushi fresh, but thats just plain ridiculous.
Fomor servitors were not known for their bantering skills. The man just stared at me and took an uneasy half step back.
Ive got half a mind to sue! I shouted, waving an arm in a broad, drunken gesture. Do you see the state of my tux? Youve taken something from me tonight. My wardrobes peace of mind!
By now, I was getting the attention of all kinds of peopleevacuated guests, hotel staff, passersby on the sidewalk. There are a limited number of blood-covered economy-sized males ranting at the top of their lungs in a shredded tuxedo, even in Chicago. Sirens were wailing too, coming closer. Emergency services were en route. Motorcycle cops and prowl cars were already beginning to arrive, lickety-split here in the heart of the city.
The shield in the hallway had taken too much out of me. I could feel my will beginning to buckle, the spell begin to falter. The octokong pressed closer and closer to where I lay prostrate, my arm extended. Little stars gathered at the edges of my vision.
And then there was a shriek, a high-pitched howling sound that was absolutely industrial in its tone and intensity. There was a flash of light, blue-white and so bright that it made Valmonts stun grenade look like a cameras flashbulb by comparison, and the air itself was rent with a miniature thunderclap as a sphere of fire the size of my two fists appeared in the same space as the octokongs skull.
It was there for a fraction of a second, pop, like a short-lived soap bubble.
And when it was gone . . . all that was left was blackened bone and a cloud of fine, fine black powder.
The octokong convulsed, all ten limbs writhing, but it didnt last long. The headless corpse thrashed around for a moment, and the blackened remnants of the skull went rolling off of it, cracking and crumbling as it did.
Hannah Ascher appeared over the body, her party shoes held in one hand, her dark eyes blazing. Dresden? You okay?
I just stared at her for a second.
Hells bells.
I mean, dont get me wrong. Im a Wizard of the White Council. But what Id just witnessed was a display of precision and power so awesome that I would barely have believed it from a senior Council member, much less a freaking warlock younger than me. Fires a tricky, tricky magic to use. Call up enough power to do damage, and you have to fight to control it. The hotter you make it, the more it spreads out, consumes, destroys. This fire spell had been positively surgical.
I mean, Im good with fire.
But Hannah Ascher was good with fire.
Ye gods, no wonder the Wardens hadnt brought her in yet.
Thanks, I said, climbing to my feet. And then I reached out and shoved her away as the first octokong came swarming through the doorway behind her and pounced, tentacles flailing.
I had time to get my arms up and then the weight of the thing drove me flat to the floor. I tried to fight it, but there was nothing to fightI was pinned beneath a fleshy web of tentacles that ripped and tore and bit at me through my clothes. I barely managed to wrench my head free of the slimy, stinking thing and get a breath, and because I did I was in time to see Anna Valmont step out of the cleaning closet and hurl a cup of some kind of powdered concentrate into the octokongs eyes.
The thing shrieked in agony, pure agony, and half of its tentacles lifted off of me instantly in a vain attempt to protect its face and head. The beast writhed in torment, and I managed to get a leg into place to shove it off me. I pushed myself to my feet.
Go! I shoutedat Ascher and Valmont. Go, go, go!
They didnt need any more encouragement. We fled down the hallway, leaving the screaming octokong behind us, and all but flew down the stairs.
There, I snapped at Ascher on the way down. We got her out and shes helping. You happy?
Yeah, Dresden, she said, her tone cross. Im happy. Im thrilled. Im freaking joyous. Now shut up and run.
And I fled the hotel, blood oozing out to stain my shredded tux.
I didnt mind so much.
Id like to see Nicodemus try to get his deposit back on that.
Eleven
On the way down the stairs, Anna Valmont ditched her tunic and pants, and proved to be wearing a little party dress beneath. Once shed kicked off her shoes and socks, she blended in with every other society girl fleeing the building. A small bag belted around her waist and concealed beneath the tunic became a clutch. She pulled her hair off, ditched the wig, and shook out shoulder-length dark blond hair from beneath it, fashionably tousled. She put on sunglasses, and appropriated Hannah Aschers heels. She hurried a little, caught up to the last group to head out in front of us, and blended in with them seamlessly. By the time wed reached the ground floor, the shapeless, shorter, brunette hotel staffer had vanished, and a tall and lean blond woman in a black dress was tottering out of the building along with all the rest of them.
Valmont was no dummy. The Fomor servitors were waiting outside, in their caterer uniforms, scanning everyone leaving the building with their flat, somehow amphibian gazes.
Ill run interference. You get her to the car, I muttered to Ascher as we exited the building.
Then I pointed a finger at the nearest servitor and thundered, You!
The man turned his eyes to me. I felt the rest of them do the same. Good. The more of them that were looking at me, the fewer eyes there were to notice Valmont making good her escape. I stalked over to the servitor like a man spoiling for a fight. What do you people think youre doing? I mean, Ive heard of getting your sushi fresh, but thats just plain ridiculous.
Fomor servitors were not known for their bantering skills. The man just stared at me and took an uneasy half step back.
Ive got half a mind to sue! I shouted, waving an arm in a broad, drunken gesture. Do you see the state of my tux? Youve taken something from me tonight. My wardrobes peace of mind!
By now, I was getting the attention of all kinds of peopleevacuated guests, hotel staff, passersby on the sidewalk. There are a limited number of blood-covered economy-sized males ranting at the top of their lungs in a shredded tuxedo, even in Chicago. Sirens were wailing too, coming closer. Emergency services were en route. Motorcycle cops and prowl cars were already beginning to arrive, lickety-split here in the heart of the city.
