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The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... monster stood over the height of the cabin. “What is your command, Mistress,” it spat out in a hissing voice. A chorus of screams accompanied the hiss, chanting, “HATE, HATE, HATE!” Over and over, battering Kyle's ears. “Kill them,” Sable commanded, “and bring me their talismans.” Its scaly fists clenched, then it swung at Kyle and Fumi. It was so fast, and Kyle tried to make his body move. A wind burst around him, the currents lifting his body and pulling him and Fumi out of the way. A boom resounded as the fist crashed into the ground where they had stood, rents furrowing the hard-packed dirt. The wind flew him across the ground, his stomach lurching and his body twisting. It set him down gently twenty feet away, Fumi alighting next to him. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide with shock and she stared at her bow in amazement. “Nice,” Kyle grinned at her. “I just did it,” she whispered. “HATE, HATE, HATE!” The chorus screeched louder as monster turned on Kyle. “I will crush your bones into powder, Mortal! I will feel your flesh squish to jelly beneath my fist.” “Run!” Kyle shouted, giving her a shove, than taking off in the opposite direction. “A Maniae!” Britney yelled. “An Elemental of Anger! Kill the witch! She controls it!” “No!” a new voice yelled. Kyle turned, and flinched. Christy strode across the bridge. “I will deal with it.” Kyle stared dumbfounded at his treacherous wife. The pain of their argument, of Christy's betrayal, twisted in his gut. What was she doing ...

... here? Britney ignored Christy, dashing for Sable. Hissing, his friend charged across the field, her katar level at the witch struggling to control the hulking elemental. “Stop, Britney!” Christy screamed. “If you kill her, the elemental will rampage out of control! I need to put it back to sleep!” Britney ignored her, a feral growl rumbling from her throat. “Hecate, protect your servant and deliver pain to her foe!” Sable shouted, pointing at Britney. His friend shrieked, her katar falling from her grip. She hit the ground, writhing and spasming like she was being tased. “I will deal with the Maniae!” Christy shouted. “Save Aaliyah!” Kyle nodded at her. “Ishtar, calm this Spirit of Rage,” she chanted, rainbow light flashing about her. “Bring sleep to the Maniae!” “HATE, HATE, HATE!” the elemental screamed. Its body spasmed, its limbs struggling to move. It fought some hidden power. Sable fixed her eyes on Christy, the witch's face red with strain, and began her own chants, fighting for control. The Maniae clawed the earth, ripped at its flesh, screamed its rage at the heavens. “HATE! I will rip every sinew from your body, witch! HATE! I will drink your blood! HATE! I will make a necklace of your bones! HATE!” Kyle gave the writhing elemental a wide berth as he skirted around it. Fatima joined him, grinning. The tip of her yari burned with a yellow flame. Christy's chants grew louder, more confident. The hellish, hateful chorus dimmed, the thrashing of the spirit lessened. “She's ...