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The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... babbled at the bottom. It didn't look easy to climb down, especially in the dark. “We'll have to go around it or something!” Kyle looked up and down the ravine. It was steep and choked with ferns, a brook babbling in its dark depths. “Fuck, that's not going to be easy.” Britney shook her head, then stepped off the broken edge of the bridge Kyle's cry ended in a strangled grunt. Britney floated in thin air. He frowned; it was more like she was standing on thin air. “A glamour,” Britney answered. “The bridge is not really out. If you look, you can see pine needles and other debris resting on its surface.” “Then we have our way across,” Fumi nodded, opening up his trunk and retrieving her bow. It was a yumi, a Japanese longbow made of a dark wood inlaid with a bright, green metal that seemed to flex with the limbs. Unlike most bows, a yumi had an asymmetrical grip, the bottom of the bow's limbs shorter than the top. “Let's go and make these witches pay!” Fatima grinned, gripping her yari, a spear tippd with a long, straight blade. The blade was three feet long and set with a pattern of red metal; the haft was tall as his sister, made of the same dark wood as Fumi's bow. His sister pulled out his katana from the trunk, and threw it to him. Earthbones seemed to vibrate in his hands and it reminded Kyle of nothing more than a dog's energetic tail wagging. It's happy to be wielded by me. “Let's save Aaliyah!” he declared, drawing the beautiful blade from its sheath. Kyle stepped ...

... up to the illusion of the gap, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. Even seeing Britney do the same thing, didn't make it any less terrifying. His foot touched solid, if invisible, wood. Swallowing, he took another step, and another. It was easier to look ahead. Fatima raced by, completely unconcerned, her feet pounding on unseen wood. She reached the gravel road, turning around, grinning. It was all a game to his little sister. The bear rose up out of the brush behind her. Big, brutish, topping ten feet tall. Its eyes glowed bright red. Claws swiped at his sister. She just smiled, unaware that a massive paw tipped with gleaming claws raked down at her. Green streaked by Kyle, trailing a wind that rustled his clothing. The arrow embedded in the bear and erupted in a gale that blew Fatima onto her hands and knees. The bear's swipe missed his sister. It roared in pain, flinching from the green shaft embedded in its chest. A second arrow whizzed past, scraping across the bear's skull. It bellowed, landing on its front legs and charged the bridge. Britney leaped out of the way, black strips forming on her face as she hissed. Fatima scrambled to her feet, the tip of her yari trailing a tongue of red flame. Kyle took a deep breath, focusing and falling into a stance, katana held high two-handed grip. He would get one swing, and he'd need every ounce of strength to fell the beast. Sharp claps clattered on wood, the bridge groaning beneath the awkward gait of the bear. Red eyes ...