The Fire and The Storm - The Nexus of Kellaran #2

Chapter 60

Part 11

Mark had been sitting in the kitchen with Talia and Alilia, drinking tea in a frustrated and grumpy state of

battle-readiness. He was the first to realize what was happening and checked the Wards in a fraction of

a second, and found them unaffected by what his children were doing.

“Damn right!!” he growled as he instantly gathered all the available power in the community and passed

it to his children with a Draw spell. “I have the Command Link!” he announced as the twins accepted

the power and directed it into their spell, still screaming and shaking their clenched fists as they brought

the Firestorm down to the dome while intensifying it and making it grow quickly enough to catch many

of the demons who tried to escape.

Within six seconds a quarter of the demons were dead, and the rest had fled.

“YES!! Take THAT, stupid demons!!!” Helemia yelled at the empty pre-dawn sky, while Reggie yelled;

“HA! Who’s tough now?!!! Who’s strong now, you ugly smelly scum!!!”

Suddenly they both stopped celebrating, even as those on the ground below began. They turned all the

way around, looking out at the ground around the Wards.

“What is it?” Valentia asked as Karzog appeared beside them.

“The land that we burned out there hasn’t been Restored, and Quewanak hasn’t said the exercise was

finished.” Reggie flatly stated. “This isn’t over. They’ll be back, and they’ll be back today, or Quewanak

would’ve just said it was over and started another exercise tomorrow.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Let’s get down to the hall. I’m sure everyone’s gonna want a meeting.” Helemia suggested, then

Translocated the four of them without waiting for an answer.

Sure enough, about half the community joined them in the hall over the next few minutes. The rest

decided to get some sleep.

The twins were given a rousing cheer, and they tried to get Valentia to take a bow with them, but she

demurred and cheered them along with the rest.

“Valentia was just as responsible for that as us.” Helemia announced as soon as the noise had

dropped. “She figured out how to cast that through our Wards without causing a disruption, she

suggested we do so, her version of the spell was eleven percent more efficient than ours and took four-

fifths as much time to cast, and if she hadn’t said anything we’d have just gone outside the Wards and

started blasting away like infants having a tantrum.

“Give her a big cheer! Valentia!!!”

This time she had no choice but to accept her people’s tribute, and stood blushing, smiling, and

fidgeting as they gave it.

“As fine as that was, we have other things to think about.” Mark announced. “The demons will be back

today. Quewanak hasn’t announced the end of the exercise.”

“He hasn’t restored the forest we burnt either.” Reggie pointed out.

“Darn it father, we were gonna say that!” Helemia scolded, but she was smiling.

“We can’t let people think you kids are the only quick thinkers in the family.” Mark chuckled.

“Here’s our status.” Yazadril explained. “Between the Wards’ new reflective and absorbent qualities,

and with the power we were putting into them every day, versus the power the demons were using to

attack them, we could have held out for another nine days before the Wards started to fail. We spent a

lot of power against the demons just now, and we’re all mostly expended, so we have to hope they

don’t attack again for at least ten hours, or our margin of safety will shrink even further. If they wait for

more than ten hours, we’ll be sufficiently recovered to resume charging the Wards while keeping a

prudent reserve, and our safety margin will grow.”

“And it shrinks if they think of something new to do, and grows if we do.” Mark pointed out. “The kids

here took out about fourteen hundred demons just now, a quarter of them Greater Demons, so unless

they come up with a counter to the Firestorm, they’ll lose a lot every time they get hit like that. We can

hope Quewanak will have them decide that it’s not worth the losses to keep going with that, but I

wouldn’t count on it. So we still have to think of something new.”

“And we have to do it quickly.” Hilsith insisted. “All of us need to get as much sleep and recovery as we

can before the demons return! Most of you are either about to fall asleep on your feet, or you’re on the

verge of overdosing on various sleep-banishing and stimulant spells.”

“All right.” Mark nodded. “Now kids, your Firestorm sure did a good job of burning through the demons’

new Battle Shields, and I’m sure it fit your mood at the moment, and it was quite spectacular. But I’m

hoping we can make it more precise. A lot of the fire and wind you cast out there didn’t affect any

demons directly. Maybe you could cast it as a bunch of smaller firestorms, one for each demon, just big

enough to get through their Shields and toast them good…”

In twenty-six minutes they had designed a small, very intense fire-tornado that was automatically self-

replicating and self-aiming, then they set a number of Sentry spells and went to bed.

The demons attacked again some seven hours later. There appeared to be the same number of them

who had fled last time, so they weren’t being re-enforced, which was a blessing. They began with

another mighty explosion, then began raining down spells and fire again. Everyone was so deeply

asleep that it was more than five seconds later before Reggie, Helemia, and Mark responded with the

new, concentrated Firestorm spell. They got another third of the demons with it before the rest fled.

Again, Quewanak did not call an end to the exercise. Some went back to bed, some went back to

building, and the rest went back to charging the Wards, though they didn’t have much power available

for it.

The colony’s response time was down to two seconds at the next attack six hours later, but the demons

were expecting it now. They only cast the gigantic explosion and fled before any were struck down by

the Firestorm.

The next attack was only an hour later, but Povon responded in a fraction of a second and killed

another four hundred demons before they could all flee. They still managed to cast their explosion

before she struck them though, and each explosion deteriorated the Wards to a significant degree.

It became a battle of attrition. They killed some demons almost every time, and the explosions became

weaker and weaker, but so did their Firestorms and their Wards. Still the attacks increased in

frequency, and stabilized at just more than two per hour.

The Wards failed at midmorning the next day, and by that time there were somewhat less than six

hundred demons left. The colonists then realized that they had waited too long; they should have

evacuated before then, but now they were so depleted that they lacked the power to evacuate them all

to safety away from Hiliani. And they refused to abandon any of their comrades.

But as the battle began in earnest, it was seen that the demons were also almost completely depleted

of magic.

“Damn it, we can still win this!” Mark angrily declared. “We fight on until we only have enough power left

to Translocate our survivors to the shelters, then we fall back!”

Most of the settlers took to the air as the fight commenced, and it soon spread in the skies far beyond

the settlement. Mark and his family and the three dragons formed the settlement’s most effective

squadron, attacking wherever the demons were most numerous, or where defenders were hard-

pressed. Every once in a while, when they remembered that it was only an exercise, it was a lot of fun

to be swooping through the skies together, dodging and blocking attacks and blasting at the demons.

Over the next six hours, as the forces on both sides ran out of power, the fight degraded from flying and

casting careful attack spells, to ground-fighting and only using their magic for Shielding, and finally to

purely muscle-powered warfare as it had existed eons ago.