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even by the standards of MeleeMagthere。 That was why； when a student； the Tuin'Tarl had admired him so； and had been so eager to recruit him。 Perhaps it would be wiser to kill him while they had the chance。
Besides； Houndaer was reluctant to risk the vexation of giving Tsabrak an order and having it ignored。
He lifted his hand crossbow。 He and the drider took their time aiming； and why not？ Ryld was still unaware of them。
Tsabrak released the string； and Houndaer pulled the trigger。 The shafts leaped at the stillmotionless weapons master。 The noble had no doubt the two missiles would suffice。 They were flying true； and the heads were poisoned。 It was strange and vaguely unsatisfying to dispatch a master of war so easily； as if it was vengeance on the cheap。
Then； when surely it was too late to react； Ryld moved。 He twitched himself out of the way of the crossbow quarrel and caught the hurtling arrow in his hand。
Swiftly； yet somehow without the appearance of haste； the weapons master flowed to his feet and advanced。 His bloody thigh didn't hinder him in the slightest。 His face and eyes were empty； like those of a medium awaiting munion with the dead。
His voice pitched deep； Omraeth sang a quick rhymed couplet。 Power glittered through the air。 Evidently the spell was supposed to afflict Ryld； but as far as Houndaer could observe； it didn't。 The huge male just kept ing。 Tsabrak loosed another arrow； and the teacher slapped it out of the air with his broadsword。
Tsabrak and Houndaer dropped their bows and drew their swords。 The drider spat poison on his blade。 They'd engage Ryld while he was still in the cramped space behind the seats with no room to maneuver。 Omraeth took up a position behind his rades； where he could augment their efforts with bardic magic。
Houndaer felt a pang of fright and willed the feeling away。 He had nothing to fear。 It was three against one； wasn't it； and the one had no mail。 Indeed； by the look of him； he might not even have any wits。
Except that then he proved he did。 Ryld touched the vertical surface that was the back of the steps。 He summoned darkness； blinding his foes。
Houndaer hacked madly； and sensed Tsabrak doing the same。 Darkness or no； when the spy lunged forward； they'd cut him to pieces。 Their swords split nothing but air。
After a few seconds； Omraeth shouted； 〃e back this way〃
Houndaer and Tsabrak turned and blundered their way toward the sound of their rade's voice。 The drider's envenomed sword bumped the Tuin'TarPs arm； but fortunately without sufficient force to penetrate his armor and piwafwi。
When Houndaer stumbled out of the murk； Master Argith was in the center of the salle。 Under the cover of darkness； he'd made it to the top of the steps and bounded down the other side。 He had a good chance of reaching the exit unchecked。
He didn't take it； though。 Standing in the center of one of the faintly luminous circles； he settled into a fighting stance。 He hadn't scrambled over the steps to flee； rather to reach a battleground more to his liking。
Houndaer swallowed away a dryness in his mouth。 Ryld hadn't the sense to run？ Well； good。 Then they'd kill him。
The noble and drider fanned out to e at the Master of MeleeMagthere from opposite sides。 Omraeth hung back and menced another song。
Advancing to meet his adversaries； Master Argith glided through the first of three moves—parry； feint high； slash low—of one of the broadsword katas he'd taught Houndaer back on Tier Breche。 The noble discerned an instant too late that the purpose was to distract attention from the crossbow in the weapons master's other hand。 The dart plunged into Omraeth's throat； ending his song in an ugly gurgle and dissipating the charged heaviness of arcane force accumulating in the air。 The spellsinger fell backward； and it was two to one。
Houndaer told himself it didn't matter。 Not when he was wielding Ryld's own greatsword； a weapon that could supposedly shear through anything； and Tsabrak's blade was dripping poison。 They only needed to land one light little cut to incapacitate their foe。
Ryld gave ground before them。 Houndaer assumed he wanted to put his back against the wall； so neither of his opponents could get behind him； but with an agility astonishing in so massive a fighter； Ryld changed direction。 In the blink of an eye； he was driving forward instead of back； plunging at the halfspider on his left。
Startled； Houndaer faltered； then scrambled toward Ryld and the drider。 It would take him a few heartbeats to close the distance。
In that time； Ryld charged in on Tsabrak's right； the side opposite the creature's sword arm。 A drider's spidery lower half was sufficiently massive that； like a mounted warrior； he had difficulty striking or parrying across his torso。
Tsabrak slashed at the weapons master's head。 The stroke was poorly aimed； and Ryld didn't bother to duck or parry； simply concentrated on his own attack。
Tsabrak made a desperate effort to heave himself aside。 Still； Ryld's broadsword crunched through the top of one of the drider's chitinous legs。 Tsabrak cried out and lurched offbalance。
Stepping； Ryld whirled his weapon around for what would surely be the coup de grace。 Houndaer shouted a war cry； ran a final stride； and swung the greatsword。 He wasn't in a proper stance； and the stroke was a clumsy one； but it sufficed to drive the weapons master back。 Ryld knew better than anyone how deadly was that enormous blade。
As soon as the stroke whizzed past； the master advanced with a thrust to the chest。 Houndaer wrenched the greatsword around for a parry。 It should have been impossible to bring such a huge weapon about so quickly； but it seemed to grow as light as a roll of parchment in his hands。 Ryld's broadsword caught on one of the hooks just above the leathergirt ricasso。
Ryld retreated； snatching his weapon free。 Houndaer shifted the greatsword into a middle guard； and Tsabrak hobbled up beside him。 The drider's face twisted in pain； and pungent fluid spattered rhythmically from his wound。
Ryld continued to back away。 The rogues spread out again； though not so widely as before。 Tsabrak began to make a soft whining sound in the back of his throat。
Then； seemingly without any windup； just a sudden extension of his arm； Ryld threw his sword。 Though the weapon wasn't intended for such an action； it streaked through the air as straight and sure as an arrow。 The point plunged into Tsabrak's chest。
The drider's eyes widened。 He coughed blood； then flopped forward at the waist； dropping his sword。 His spider half； slower to die than the upper portion； continued to limp forward。
It was all right； though； because Ryld had no melee weapon save for a dagger； which would surely be of little use against a blade as long as the greatsword。 Houndaer rushed in to deliver the finishing stroke。
〃Tuin'Tarir he screamed。
His face still as blank as a zombie's； the weapons master dodged to the side。
Houndaer turned； following the target； and saw that Ryld had ducked behind one of a row of wooden mannequins。 Up close； the crudely carved dummies were oddly disquieting figures； smirking identical smiles despite their countless stigmata of dents and gashes。
Ryld stood poised； waiting； and Hou