Something hit Taniel from the side. His teeth rattled. His vision went dark.
A second later and Taniel was staring up into the distorted face of another Warden. The Warden had his knee on Taniel's chest and his hands closed around Taniel's throat. Taniel squirmed, but he didn't have the strength to fight. He needed powder.
Taniel was able to bring his knee up between them, pushing the Warden's weight off his chest. He brought the broken cane around with his one free arm and stabbed it deep into the Warden's arm. The Warden laughed and put his knee back on Taniel's chest.
Taniel groaned as the knee was pushed into his sternum with additional weight. Ka-poel was on the Warden's back. She stabbed her long needle into the Warden's spine again and again. The Warden shook like a bull trying to throw off an unwanted rider. Taniel thought he felt something pop in his chest.
The Warden stood, unable to get Ka-poel off his back, and Taniel gasped, feeling the air rush back into his lungs with exhilaration. He needed to get out. To get away. He needed powder.
He rolled onto his belly and lurched up to his knees. The Warden lashed out with one boot, kicking Taniel back to the cobbles. Taniel struggled to his feet. Behind him, Ka-poel fought to stay on the Warden's back as he reached his over-long arms out behind him to try to peel her off.
People were calling for the city police now. The crowds had gathered, but kept their distance.
Ka-poel couldn't win this fight. But then, neither could Taniel. He reached out with his senses. There had to be powder around here somewhere. Someone had to have some.
He stumbled over to a young man in a bowler cap who was carrying a rifle over one shoulder. It was a Hrusch, and it looked freshly bought – it hadn't once been fired. Taniel grasped the young man by the front of his shirt. "Your powder horn! Give it to me!"
The young man tried to pull away. Taniel reached into his kit and felt his hand close around the smooth cylindrical shape of the powder horn. He wrenched it out of the bag triumphantly and spun back to see Ka-poel still on the Warden's back, if only barely.
"Pole, down!"
Ka-poel released her grip and was thrown to one side. Taniel held the powder horn like a grenade and threw it overhand. He reached out with his mind to ignite the powder and warp the blast to blow the creature to bits.
Nothing happened.
The Warden caught the powder horn in one hand. He stared Taniel in the eye and flipped the horn around so the tapered end pointed toward himself, and bit through the horn. Powder spilled out from between his lips. His tongue lapped at the powder, grinding it between his teeth.
Taniel backed up until he thumped against the young man he'd stolen the powder horn from.
"Charges," he said. "I need powder charges!" A cold sweat broke out on Taniel's forehead. This Warden. This thing …
The young man turned and ran. Taniel heard screams and saw more people fleeing. He felt his boot hit something as he tried to step back again. The young man had dropped both his kit and his rifle.
Taniel rummaged inside the kit quickly, sure not to take his eyes off the Warden. There was a handful of powder charges. He crushed the end of one between his fingers and drew a line of the black powder on the back of his hand. The Warden was still eating the powder from the powder horn. All of it.
It didn't make sense, but somehow the Warden was a twisted reflection of Taniel himself. This Warden was a powder mage.
Taniel snorted the powder.
For a few moments, Taniel thought he might faint. At the edge of his vision the world went dark before suddenly becoming so stark it hurt his eyes. He flexed his hands, then felt his chest. No pain. He gritted his teeth and took the rifle in both hands.
The Warden charged him without warning. Taniel stepped to one side and gripped the barrel with both hands, bringing the stock back over his shoulder and whipping it out and around into the Warden's face.
The hickory stock shattered and the Warden went down with a satisfying thump. He flopped onto his stomach and pushed himself to his knees, then rammed himself into Taniel's chest.
Taniel backpedaled, trying to stay on his feet. He wouldn't be able to wrestle a Warden down on the ground – not if the Warden was in a powder trance. Taniel set one foot behind him to stop his backward movement and wrapped his arms around the Warden's middle. He jerked the Warden off balance and let go.
The Warden rolled away from Taniel and slowly got to his feet.
The creature's face was a mess of pulped flesh and slivers of wood. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. He bared his teeth at Taniel. Half of them were missing.
"What the pit are you?" Taniel said.
The Warden cocked his head to one side. He lifted his brown hair, which was tied loosely over his right shoulder in a ponytail, to reveal the raised red welt of a brand. The image of a rifle about the length of a man's finger had been burned into his skin.
It was the brand that Kez Privileged gave to powder mages before their execution.
The Warden let his hair fall back into place. He watched Taniel for a moment, then looked to his side. Ka-poel was there, her long needle in hand, crouched low. She snarled at the Warden.
"Pole, get back … "
The Warden leapt toward Ka-poel. He moved with incredible speed, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye.
Taniel was faster now that he was in his powder trance. He shot toward the Warden, only to see the Warden twist at the last second. Taniel's fist soared past the Warden's face and he felt the Warden's fingers tighten around his neck once again.
The Warden wouldn't try to choke him this time. He'd wring Taniel's neck, snapping it like a child snaps a matchstick.
Taniel jabbed his hand at the Warden's chest. The Warden barely grunted. Taniel jabbed again and again, lightning fast. He felt the Warden's fingers lose their strength. Ka-poel threw herself at the Warden. He backhanded her, tossing her to the cobbles.
Taniel saw red in the corner of his vision. His mind's eye saw Ka-poel's body in the street, her neck bent at the wrong angle, lifeless eyes staring into the sky.
The Warden suddenly sagged. Taniel made a fist with his hand, pulled it back …
And stopped in horror. His hand was covered in the Warden's black blood. Between his fingers, the flesh still clinging to it, he held one of the Warden's thick ribs. He looked down. The Warden, collapsed, stared back up at him. His coat was soaked through with blood.
Taniel saw the vision of Ka-poel's lifeless body again in his mind and rammed the Warden's own rib through its eye.
He stood for several moments, gasping in ragged breaths. Something touched him and he nearly screamed, his body was so tense. It was Ka-poel. She wasn't dead. She put one small hand on his, heedless of the Warden's blood.
"I've never seen a powder mage do that," Fell said, breathless, as she approached them through the empty street. The front of her secretary's smock was covered in black Warden's blood, as well as in some of her own. One cheek was red and swollen, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Where's the other Warden?" Taniel asked.
"He ran," Fell said.
"You're not just an undersecretary," Taniel said, remembering the long stiletto Fell had fearlessly jammed into a Warden's throat. "Wardens don't run."
"He did when he saw what you did to his friend," Fell said. "I kept him busy until then." She sniffed. "You're not an ordinary powder mage."
Taniel looked down at his hands. He'd punched through the Warden's skin and ripped out its rib. No one could do that. Not even he could, in the deepest powder trance. Then again, maybe a god killer could. Something had happened to him up on South Pike.
"I guess not." He looked around at the carnage. The closest people were over a hundred paces away, watching and pointing. He heard Adran police blowing their whistles as they grew close.
"This was a trap," Taniel said. "A Kez trap. How are they in the city? I thought Tamas rooted out the traitor Charlemund and his Kez accomplice."
"He did," Fell said. She seemed troubled.
Taniel fingered a powder charge and closed his eyes. Back in a powder trance. It felt incredible. His senses were alive. He could smell every scent on the air, hear every sound in the street.
His heart still thundered from the fight.
"I'm leaving," he said, taking Ka-poel by the hand.
"Ricard … " Fell began.
"Can go to the pit," Taniel said. "I'm going south. If Tamas is truly dead, and the Kez are making Wardens out of powder mages, then the army will need me."
Tamas rode beside Olem at the head of the Seventh Brigade. The column stretched out behind them, twisting along the Great Northern Highway as it rose and fell through the foothills of the Adran Mountains. His men were already dusty and tired, and the journey to get back into Adro had barely begun.
They marched northwest, unsheltered by Mihali's sorcerous fog that had allowed them to escape the Kez army four days before. To the east, the Adran Mountain Range cut into the sky with craggy, snow-topped peaks, while the sweltering summer heat beat down on Tamas's army. To the south and west, the Amber Expanse – the breadbasket of the Nine, and the source of the Kez's great wealth – spread out as far as the eye could see.
Tamas would have preferred to march on foot beside his men. But his leg still had a twinge to it, and he needed to be able to get up and down the column quickly. His orders had seen many officers' horses redistributed to the pickets, joining his two hundred cavalry in scouting.