Kragnos Avatar Of Destruction (Warhammer: Age of Sigmar) by David Guymer

Author:David Guymer [Guymer, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-02-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Malec Grint found himself suddenly, and unexpectedly, glad for all the messages he had been made to run up and down the Gnarlfast. It had made him fast.

The gates were down. The walls were breached. Orruks were pouring through the Ironweld’s reserve lines and into the city. A mega-gargant armed with half a ship and wearing what looked to be an entire whale as a cloak was striding purposefully up the main spoke-road towards the Butchers’ Quarter. Men were dying everywhere. Grint took off down one of the branch roads heading north into Goreham, and he had no intention of doing it slowly.

‘Malec!’ someone called from behind him. ‘Wait!’

There were eleven of them left. In addition to the half a dozen Hounds that his mother had pulled off the wall and succeeded in keeping alive, that number included two Celestians that they had adopted in the fighting and a bloody-headed signalman that they’d found wandering dazed through one of the tunnels. In no order whatsoever other than that Grint was well in the lead, they footed it along the scrambling, uphill trail.

In Goreham, perhaps, camouflaged by a thousand suspect odours and shepherded away by the barking of dogs, they could lose their pursuers and go to ground. But the Azyrites had already started remaking their half of the city according to Shay’s neatly ordered plan. The roads were wide, and laid, and ready to be paved.

They were for cavalry.

‘Grint!’

He glanced over his shoulder and cried out in alarm. A mob of savage orruks pursued them, thundering up the avenue on heavy boars, whirling bone clubs and stone choppas over their heads, the tattoos on their bodies glowing brighter and brighter as their excitement grew.

‘We’re not going to make it!’

Grint spun away, digging out an extra burst of speed. Ahead of them, grot spider-riders scuttled over unfinished rooftops, dancing agilely along beams and dropping into the road. A few with bows twanged arrows towards the fleeing soldiers. Grint screamed a curse. Somehow, the Spiderfang had got into the heart of the city even before the gates had been breached and the walls taken. That must have been why the Celestian reserves had never come, and why the survivors of Kanta’s mob had been fighting running battles with them all the way through Honoria.

His legs wobbled at the thought of fighting them again now, and he almost let himself fall. He was sick to death of the whole battle. He just wanted it to be over.

‘There!’ Kanta barked.

Most of the buildings in the Celestians’ side were unfinished, grand skeletons with maybe a wall or two and a roof. The one his mother pointed to had both, with a white-daubed exterior and a door. Grint spun back and crashed through the door. He held it open, gasping his breath back, while the others piled in behind him. Mikali was last. The woman turned and slammed it, ramming her shoulder into it and groping for the locking bar or bolt.

There was neither.

‘Bastard Celestians,’ she said.

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