The lead Infernal collapsed, hands wrapping around the wound as it spurt blood. Not a shape-changer. That was disappointing on a few different levels.
His scream made the entire group halt, heads swivelling towards as I pulled the hamr back on the revolver.
Firearms were discharged on both sides as I ducked back into the hallway, grabbing Gregory and pulling him in with . Bullets passed through the empty doorway, ricocheting off the wall and sending splinters flying.
Gregory yelled, only barely audible over the cacophony
More than three guns fired, the continuing drumbeat of gunshots echoing as I went back into the ballroom. The fake Black Fla were rushing forward, only a few of them with guns that were finishing their volleys. Most of them carried trash, old greyhairs and young ones, the tattered army uniforms on people who looked like they served two decades or more past. Most of the rest didn’t look ready to shave. That or like they’d never had a decent al in their life, even if the food was cut with cent and sawdust like so of the canneries and atpackers did.
Soone had trawled the desperate and the destitute for an army and had sent them to die.
Guests were on the ground screaming, so of them not moving at all. Daven was trying to stem a tide of blood gushing out of soone else’s throat. Others were less lucky as a stampede headed towards the stairs, stopping the guards who had co from making their way down.
Infernals were dropping as well. So guards fired pistols from the second floor down into the rush below.
Not all of them. So slumped over the railing, but the initial wave of gunfire was over, a few stragglers firing bullets in either direction.
“This is a distraction,” I told Gregory. “There’s nothing this lot were going to do but cause a panic and maybe harm a few people down here.”
He didn’t ask for any clarification, already running towards where his father had taken refuge, along with many guards at the top of the stairs. They were already heading deeper inside the second floor.
More guards must have co in while I’d been in the kitchen area. A few were at the bottom of the stairs, dead or dying.
I rushed towards them, revolver firing once more.
The lead Infernal, a red-haired lad with a bit of stubble, scread as the bullet went into his bicep. The dagger in his hand went to the ground, and the others around him dove down as I pulled back on the hamr again.
My other hand reached into a hidden pocket on my dress, tossing it at the floor. The liquid inside burst alight as soon as it was exposed to the air, spreading as the vial smashed into the floor.
Not much fire. Enough to buy a precious couple of seconds.
I scooped up a saber from the ground, the dead guard’s blood still on it. It was longer and heavier than I was used to, but it would do.
Only a little ti now. Fleeing guests were already completely past , so fleeing from . So still tried to make it to the second story. Others fled into the first-floor doors leading deeper into the estate. The vanguard of the attackers was nearly upon , a loose, disorganized line.
No training among this lot. The uniform wearers were reloading guns. That would help so. I just needed to keep myself from being sward. As much as it burned to be defending so of these people and to kill the ones in front of , I didn’t have much choice.
There were two possibilities. One was that this was another Shape-changer trick. More people tricked into doing their dirty work.
The second was that they were Black Fla. That Versalicci was working with the Changers or pursuing his own angle.
Either way would not make hesitate. I could only try not to kill.
“Fucking traitor!” One of them howled, charging forward with a club.
“Like this is helping?” I asked, parrying the oncoming blow.
My unease with the saber was helped by my opponents' lack of competence. The fucking changers had likely just scooped up whoever they could find in the Quarter that was willing to take money for this.
Tensions would be high after the marches, so they wouldn’t lack in takers.
My counterstrikes struck at the arm, cutting at tendons and forcing him to drop the club. A musket fired from up above, and his eye exploded as the bullet went through his skull.
No ti to think. Just buy ti. Most were scattering through the ballroom, with only a few heading for the stairs. The fighting didn’t go well for them. With the saber I had the reach advantage, and most of them were trained in stabbing unsuspecting opponents in alleyways. A couple more bullets to take out the ones with their own swords.
I was just buying ti, fending off blows before retreating a few steps with every break in the fighting. Taking my swings where I could. Most of those failed to find flesh but it kept them cautious.
Aunt Diwei charged down the stairs, the nearly fifty-year-old moving like a woman twenty years younger as her dao sheared through the head of an Infernal who couldn’t be older than twenty. She stopped with the blade halfway through his head, removing it with an effortless motion.
Magic weapons.
Then she spun around and swung it at .
“Could you not?” I yelled as my saber barely intercepted the dao, the impact nearly taking the blade out of my hand. “I’m on your bloody side!”
The magic weapon bit deep into my saber, slicing through the blade and taking the top quarter of it off.
A fake Black Fla mber tried to take advantage of the distraction, rushing with a knife at , wiry little arms holding it as her face snarled, not even fully grown.
I blocked their blow and aid a revolver at her knee. I pulled the trigger, and her knee shattered as the bullet blasted through, and she dropped to the ground.
Aunt Diwei paid no mind, heading forward followed by her children. The Hells was her problem?
Maybe a fifth of the Infernals had gone down. They still outnumbered us all, easily six or seven to one, but they were more cautious now. This wasn’t a cakewalk. People were getting hurt. And I seed to be the only one not going for deaths.
Run, I thought as I pulled the hamr back, pretending a bullet was in the empty cylinder as I looked among them. Hesitation was there. It just needed a push. Run.
More screams again, this ti from the side.
I glanced to see the door leading to the kitchens spewing out more Infernals. Damnations. Of course, the ones in those wagons hadn’t made it to the ballroom faster than Gregory and I. Two angles of attack.
Three, actually, as windows shattered on the other side of the ballroom. I went that way, striking at a half-erged Infernal moving through the window.
I took two down, tendons severed, bleeding, but was forced back.
I locked sabers with my next opponent, her off-hand one drawing back to swing at .
My tail stabbed with its dagger, a weak, easily parried blow. My opponent looked down, spotted it, and reacted accordingly. The sword ca down to intercept it, sending the dagger flying from my grasp.
That was fine. It is what I wanted her to do.
I lunged forward, knee moving to hit her arm and keep her sword from moving. I latched onto her throat with my teeth.
Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! The Imp yelled inside my head.
I bit, teeth cutting through skin, through muscle before closing in on each other. The taste of copper flooded my mouth as I pulled back, skin and flesh tearing as pointed teeth sheared through it. Cartilage crunched between them. My opponent collapsed, gurgling as blood poured out of the ruin I’d made of her windpipe, eyes wide and pleading.
I turned my head, ignoring it as I drove my saber into her chest. Hopefully, I’d hit the heart.
I spat a mixture of flesh and blood across the floor.
NOOOO!
That was probably another cow to be eaten.
Two more on . I tried to scoop up the dagger with my tail but failed before one swung a short sword at . My saber parried, and my other hand dropped the revolver, trying to grab a dagger from a concealed pocket on my dress.
I didn’t reach it in ti as the second Infernal stabbed at with a dagger. I twisted, and the needle-point dug into my forearm instead of my wrist.
I gritted my teeth as it sliced, piercing skin and ripping free as I fell back. There were more even behind those two, and only my retreat kept from being surrounded.
An incomprehensible yell heralded Gregory’s arrival as he charged in, a saber wielded in two hands, striking one of my opponents in the side. The Infernal withdrew, screaming as he turned his attention to the nobleman.
I stabbed the other one, then tried to follow the two of them as Gregory struggled, even less skilled at this than his opponent.
He parried a blow sloppily. Gregory’s saber nearly fell from his hands, and another Infernal drove a dagger into his upper arm, blood straining the white sleeves of his shirt.
His original opponent cackled.
I ramd the saber’s hilt guard into their jaw, sending them reeling back as a tooth flew out. It left open as soone’s hoof lashed out, catching in the shin. Slivers of pain crawled up my leg as I moved to Gregory’s side.
“Gregory, scorch them,” I hissed as I parried another one.
“It’ll hurt you,” he protested, trying to stop a second blow, then yelling as the force wrenched it from his hands.
They were focusing on us now.
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The guards had ford a loose periter, the Xangs anchoring one side while keeping the kitchen passages sealed. We’d been forced from the stairs to the side, and no one looked particularly interested in risking their necks trying to reach us.
At least they’d shot the gun-wielders before a second volley had started.
An Infernal in a tattered uniform rushed forward, snarling. I parried their first blow, my shortened saber awkward in my hands. A dagger in his second hand went for and my tail parried. He pressed , and when I was stuck parrying with both weapons he lunged forward, mouth opening.
I tried to grab his head but I missed as teeth sank into my shoulder. I bit my tongue as he bit into my shoulder, teeth slicing through my dress and into flesh. My hand spasd, dropping the saber as teeth stabbed deeper till I felt them scrape bone.
I scread, punching once, twice. He didn’t relent and I could feel tips punching into bones. Sothing began to crack.
A gunshot rang out and suddenly the pressure released and I choked out a sob as he fell down, teeth tearing at skin and carrying pieces of with him as he fell.
“Fucking do it!” I yelled at Gregory, scooping up the saber, and then two more were on . They were getting bolder.
Parrying only worked so long. Swings with the heavy saber were harder for them to stop, and even as more of them joined the attack, I scored several wounding blows.
Just not enough.
A club struck my sword hand as I blocked another blow, and I howled as it felt like my fingers shattered. I dropped the blade as another one stabbed toward . I caught it, the middle of it piercing my palm all the way through and forcing back even further, right up to Gregory.
“Now!” He scread, and I closed my eyes and dropped.
Not fast enough.
A sound like an orchestra arose behind , radiant and loud as it blasted overhead.
My back and my arm felt like they were lting. I bit my tongue, blood flooding into my mouth to stop a scream as I fell to the ground. The heavenly music faded, mixed with the sound of sizzling flesh as I writhed.
One of my hands went to a hidden pocket, pulling out a vial I forced to my lips. The pain eased, no longer overwhelming as I breathed, tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain.
A hand touched my back, and I groaned as pain flashed across . I tried to moved, only for everything to hurt before I could even get a hoof underneath .
“Malvia, are you alright?” Gregory asked , eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I did my best not to hit you.”
“Potion,” I forced out. “Hip pocket, right side.”
Seconds passed in agony before I felt sothing being pushed against my lips. Soone tipped my head back and I gulped down the liquid as it ca in. Feeling began to return to , more with each second, agony fading in equal asure.
It was still a full minute before I even began to move.
“Sorry, I tried not to hit you,” Gregory said, helping up. “It still hit your back.”
I looked at my arm, where blue skin had been burnt crimson, and did my best to ignore my pain as I rotated my neck. It seared and hurt, but I’d had worse, even as I glanced at the red, burnt flesh stretching down the backless part of my dress.
It had probably been worse before the potion. Wasn’t that a happy thought to have. I turned my attention back to the ballroom.
Only to find no oncoming rush. No fighting. No Infernals moving at all, instead charred bodies lying about, so of them still moving and twitching about, mixed with an occasional wide-eyed injured but unburnt Infernal lying on the ground. The rest were charred husks.
I shivered. They’d made their choices, so I could only feel so sympathetic as I looked for any remaining fake Black Fla.
I found none.
I whistled as I let my gaze go over the entire ballroom. Had he hit any of them who’d been above waist height? Do not underestimate Gregory Montague, indeed.
“How long have you been holding that in your pocket?” I asked, bumping him with my uninjured shoulder, an easy grin on my face. “You have anything else in there, perhaps?”
Seconds passed with no response as he looked at the ballroom, seemingly not even noticing .
The grin faded off my face. I’d said sothing wrong.
“There, uh, should be more still coming,” I said less confidently.
Gunfire from outside. The Watch had finally arrived. Well, never mind then.
Several nobles were staring at with a mixture of confusion and fright that was rather nice, especially on those wearing fake horns.
Aunt Diwei was busy withdrawing her dao from the throat of so poor soul on the ground. Another pocket of the dead, dying, or injured lay scattered where she and my cousins had gone to work. Now, though, she walked towards , halting a few feet away.
“Who are you?” She asked with a calm but insistent force.
I gave her a grin, being careful not to open my mouth. Blood-streaked teeth would be too provocative.
“A guest of the Montagues,” I said. “Nothing more.”
Cousins were circling: Fang, Chen, and An. Setting up a loose square around .
“You stink of the Diabolic,” Aunt Diwei said, her grip on her sword tightening.
I didn’t move my head, even as I could hear the tread of my cousins just out of sight. Close.
“If you wish to judge for that, you can put in your custody,” I said. “As citizens of the Empire, it is your right. You might be disappointed by the results you get.”
Aunt Diwei’s mouth tightened, a word coming from it she probably expected no one besides her children to understand. Fubai. Corruption is a word I was too used to her tossing as an accusation when I was young.
“Not quite,” I said cheerfully. “In either sense, I’d argue. If you want to surrender, I will, but again, you’ll be disappointed.”
Screaming started, coming from the upper floors. I turned around, past Fang’s scowling face and Chen’s more serene expression. The stairs didn’t lead all the way up, but parts of the third floor were visible. I could see the shadow of sothing hulking in the lamplight up there as the sounds of gunshots resud.
“Your talents might be more needed up there-?” Aunt Diwei was already moving past with a scornful look, her family right behind them. The Watch was on the move as well, leading to a traffic jam on the stairs as every single guest suddenly wanted to head back down the stairs. Diwei started barking orders that no one but her family could understand; most of it consisted of various aspersions on the guests' characters.
Well, this might have been one too many clues to give, but if she figured it out, there wasn’t much I could do. I wouldn’t be wearing this face tomorrow anyway.
Gregory moved closer while I rechecked my arm. The redness was fading, not very fast, but obviously much faster than letting nature take its course.
“We should head outside,” I said, already moving towards the door.
It took him a second to catch up, taken off-guard.
“Shouldn’t we head upstairs?”
“The esteed Diwei Xang, her children, and most of the watch are already heading that way,” I noted. “We will be going for where our prey will be leaving.”
***
Outside the manor was a skirmishing ground. Occasional groups of Infernals were scattered about, trying to find routes out of an ever-increasing cordon of Watch. Only the chaos gave them any opportunity, and most failed to take it.
I ignored that for now, looking up at the manor's third floor and roof.
“Will they take a window out?” I asked Gregory.
“They can try, but they’d fail. Honestly, I’d hoped they’d try to take one in. The rooms don’t have any doors.”
I chuckled. “Point to your father. That’s one way to keep people off the third floor.”
Ideally, no windows would do the sa, but perhaps there was a trick to trap people in those rooms after they got in? That left our shapechangers with one other potential entrance or exit. They could always try to force a wall, but that was a gamble, and people tended towards the path of least resistance.
“We’re still heading up then. Can you climb up a rope?”
Not that Gregory was bereft of muscles, I thought, eyes lingering on his shoulders. But that didn’t necessarily an the ability or experience.
“Pretty well. Hopefully, I set a decent enough pace since I imagine you’ll want to go first?”
Why would he think that? He inclined his head down at , and I looked down quizzically at my dress-ah right.
The dress was ruined as well. Bloodstains, cuts in the fabric where it had been cut and stabbed, I was actually lucky that it was still hanging onto .
“I’d appreciate it,” I said. “Damnations, this dress is ruined. I’ll have to apologize to your friend, and sorry about wasting your money.”
“It was money well spent,” Gregory told with a hint of his usual vigor.
I smiled. “You seem better?”
“Better?”
“You were shaken up so back there,” I said.
Gregory opened his mouth but was stopped by two mbers of the Watch running towards us.
“Tommy, Amna,” I said, waving a greeting before grabbing the grappling hook.
“Harrow,” Amna said, halting hesitantly a few steps away, hand on her pistol.
Not drawing it yet, at least.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tommy asked, his pistol already drawn. “What are you even doing outside?”
“Hopefully, wasting my ti,” I answered. “If not, taking care of so uninvited guests, in which case I’d appreciate you following us up.”
I tossed the hook, aiming for the rooftop while the both of them kept wary eyes on . I suppose threatening to kill Tommy had left so ill will there.
“Malvia, you have blood essentially coating your chin,” Gregory whispered to .
I touched my chin with my fingers, and they returned wet and red. Right, biting the throat out.
“Ti is a wasting,” I said. “As the only person here with a skirt, I hope you all don’t mind if I go up last.”
***
Luckily it didn’t take too long to climb, while the screaming and sound of gunfire continued inside. Once I reached the top, I noticed so unwanted followers on the rope below us.
Four Infernals going up the rope I’d left dangling off the hook. Truth be told, I was leaving it there for any further mbers of the Watch. How many from the Quarter had been paid to join this fool’s errand?
I considered calling to the others, only for my mind to go to the floor full of corpses inside.
I pulled out my knife and then held it out far enough that they could see it before starting to saw through the ropes. They got the ssage quickly, making it to the ground before I’d finished carving. I sliced through the last of the fibers, letting it drop.
“Everything alright?” Amna called.
I gave her a toothy grin that made her pale. Right, blood.
“Everything is going fine, just making sure no one can follow us up,” I said.
Turning to the rooftop itself, I clapped my hands together. “Well, this is simpler than expected.”
Two chimneys dotted the roof, brick ones thankfully only extending eight feet from the ground. Large ones, too, with overhangs large enough for us to stand on. Large enough to make an easier climb down as well. Several fireplaces must be connected to each, and probably heaters. Lamps dotted the rooftop, providing plenty of illumination. Another anti-thief asure?
I’d expected more, and we’d barely be able to see it. So good luck for once.
“There’s two chimneys, so two pairs,” I said. “Gregory, if you wouldn’t mind going with Tommy? Soone capable of magic should be at either one. Do you need a grapple?”
“We’ll be fine without. Chimney’s more craggy than my cousin’s-“
Whatever part of his cousin’s anatomy Tommy had been about to ntion was interrupted by Amna’s elbow to his gut.
***
I got to the top of our chimney just in ti because, looking down, I could see sothing moving down there.
I waved at Amna, still climbing below , and she dropped, running off towards where Tommy and Gregory were. I reached inside my dress.
Fitting vials in the hidden pockets had been an issue, even with the number of hidden pockets Aedelia had added, there were limitations, especially on size. So potency was the key, especially with the little mixture I had in my left hand while my right went for the dagger I hadn’t used in the fight in the ballroom.
As dangerous as it had been, other Infernals didn’t justify venom from an Ethereal Ghost Asp like Shapechangers did. I hoped this chnager enjoyed having their veins frozen and their bones incapable of moving.
The entire ti the figures below got closer, while the sounds of fighting also ca up, screams, roars, and gunfire.
The first figure squeezed through, arms grabbing the side of the chimney as they pulled themselves up.
I kicked as soon as their face entered the light.
I kicked their head as hard as I could with my hoof. It snapped back, a scream of pain coming from them.
The rest of their body suddenly swelled up, thickening to fill the chimney and forcing itself out, straining the tal-threaded clothes.
I didn’t give the Changer any more ti, the dagger in my hand jabbing through the fabric and earning another howl as they tipped backward.
“Mr. Hawkins,” I said mockingly. “The chimney? Even six-year-old children in the quarter know while you may take the chimney in, even if there is literally no other way, never take it out.”
The changer had gone elastic in the middle at the blow. Poison probably helped as well. Their upper body hung down the chimney. It stretched like the world’s fleshiest accordion until his head touched the roof, stretching out his tal-threaded clothes.
He tried to move, only for Amna and Tommy to both fire. Their bullets hit him in the neck and head, ripping screams of pain out of him as the part of him still in the chimney writhed.
From below the section of the chimney, his writhing bottom half obscured yelling from down there. So irate partner was shrieking for him to move. A golden light suddenly blood below, tingling my skin as it swept up the chimney.
Oh, things weren’t going as well for them down there, either.
Amna and Tommy approached the upper half of Hawkins with blades in their hands, only for him to begin to change. A form similar to the docks one, clothes ripping apart as his skin hardened. It molted, shell sections like those on a lobster pushing their way through and ripping apart skin and clothes alike.
Bone blades were pushing through the shredded remnants of his hands. Strange. A different form of changing? Maybe a different changer assuming the role of Hawkins.
“First, they are so difficult to maneuver in, and if you get stuck, you’re done. Your dehydrated corpse will be found by the owner the next ti he bothers to get it cleaned. Secondly, on the subject of cleaning, the filthiness of these will not just stick to your clothes and make you more easily identified, it tends to get into one’s eyes. As it clearly has for you.”
The changer roared as the boneblades flailed.
His torso hadn’t started forming the shell yet. Well, I wouldn’t fail to capitalize. I drove my dagger into his unprotected side. It dove deep, piercing the flesh and finding no bone or muscle to slow it down. No blood poured out, either. Well, hopefully, the poison would still find its place in his body.
“I was talking, Mr. Hawkins,” I said as I pulled on the dagger, letting it slice through more of his elongated midsection. “I would have thought you’d learned a lesson about underestimating .”
The wound closed behind the dagger’s path, and flesh contracted in on itself. The Changer was pulling itself back up here, snarling the entire ti.
I unstoppered the vial by the ti his torso finished contracting. It was a bottle of acid guaranteed to chew through a foot of flesh in thirty seconds or less.
“Let help you clean those spot-stained eyes out,” I said before dumping the entire vial onto his face.
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