The Bonehunters

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Bottle climbed to his feet and made his way to where Tarr was struggling to clamber free of rubble – a part of the wall had fallen on him, but it seemed his armour and shield had withstood the impact.
Lots of swearing, but nothing voiced in pain. 'Here,' Bottle said, ' give me your arm-'
'I'm fine,' the corporal said, grunting as he kicked his feet clear.
He still gripped his shortsword, and snagged on its tip was a hairy piece of scalp, coated in dust and dripping from the underside. 'Look at that,' he said, gesturing up the street with his sword, 'even Cuttle's shut up now.'
'Fid had no choice,' Bottle said. 'Too many arrows coming down-'
'I ain't complaining, Bottle. Not one bit. See Borduke go down? And Hubb? That could've been us, if we'd reached here first.'
'Abyss take me, I hadn't thought of that.'
He glanced over as a squad of medium infantry arrived – Sergeant Cord' s – Ashok Regiment and all that. 'What in Hood's name happened?'
'Ambush,' Bottle said. 'Sergeant Strings had to take a building down.
Cusser.'
Cord's eyes widened. 'Bloody marines,' he muttered, then headed over to where Strings crouched. Bottle and Tarr followed.
'You formed up again?' Cord asked their sergeant. 'We're bunching up behind you-'
'We're ready, but send word back. There'll be ambushes aplenty. Leoman means us to buy every street and every building with blood. Fist Keneb might want to send the sappers ahead again, under marine cover, to drop buildings – it's the safest way to proceed.'
Cord looked round. 'Safest way? Gods below.' He turned. 'Corporal Shard, you heard Fid. Send word back to Keneb.'
'Aye, Sergeant.'
'Sinn,' Cord added, speaking to a young girl nearby, 'put that knife away – he's already dead.'
She looked up, even as her blade cut through the base of the dead warrior's right index finger. She held it up for display, then stuffed it into a belt pouch.
'Nice girl you got there,' Strings said. 'Had us one of those, once.'
'Shard! Hold back there! Send Sinn with the message, will you?'
'I don't want to go back!' Sinn shouted.
'Too bad,' Cord said. Then, to Strings: 'We'll link up with Mosel's heavies behind you.'
Strings nodded. 'All right, squad, let's try out the next street, shall we?'
Bottle swallowed back another surge of nausea, then he joined the others as they scrambled towards Koryk and Cuttle. Gods, this is going to be brutal.
****
Sergeant Gesler could smell it. Trouble in the night. Unrelieved darkness from gaping windows, yawning doorways, and on flanking streets, where other squads were moving, the sounds of pitched battle.
Yet, before them, no movement, no sound – nothing at all. He raised his right hand, hooked two fingers and made a downward tugging motion.
Behind him he heard boots on the cobbles, one padding off to his left, the other to his right, away, halting when the soldiers reached the flanking buildings. Truth on his left, Pella on his right, crossbows out, eyes on opposite rooftops and upper windows.
Another gesture and Sands came up from behind to crouch at his side. '
Well?' Gesler demanded, wishing for the thousandth time that Stormy was here.
'It's bad,' Sands said. 'Ambushes.'
'Right, so where's ours? Go back and call up Moak and his squad, and Tugg's – I want those heavies clearing these buildings, before it all comes down on us. What sappers we got with us?'
'Thom Tissy's squad's got some,' Sands said. 'Able, Jump and Gupp, although they just decided to become sappers tonight, a bell or so ago.'
'Great, and they got munitions?'
'Aye, Sergeant.'
'Madness. All right. Get Thom Tissy's squad up here, too. I heard one cusser go off already – might be the only way to do this.'
'Okay, Sergeant. I'll be right back.'
Under-strength squads and a night engagement in a strange, hostile city. Had the Adjunct lost her mind?
****
Twenty paces away, Pella crouched low, his back against a mud-brick wall. He thought he'd caught movement in a high window opposite, but he couldn't be certain – not enough to call out the alarm. Might well have been a curtain or something, plucked by the wind.
Only… there ain't much wind.
Eyes fixed on that particular window, he slowly raised his crossbow.
Nothing. Just darkness.