Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

said. "But, I'm not used to them. I'm not used to. . ." He turned away as the soldiers dragged away the headless body.
    Ham watched the corpse go.
    "I've only actually seen her fight once before, you know," Elend said quietly. "In the palace, a year ago. She only threw a few men against the walls. It was nothing like this."
    Ham took a seat beside Elend on the benches. "She's Mistborn, El. What did you expect? A single Thug can easily take down ten men—dozens, if he has a Coinshot to support him. A Mistborn. . .well, they're like an army in one person."
    Elend nodded. "I know, Ham. I know she killed the Lord Ruler—she's even told me how she faced several Steel Inquisitors. But. . .I've just never seen. . ."
    He closed his eyes again. The image of Vin stumbling toward him at the end, her beautiful white ball gown covered in the gore of a man she'd just killed with her forehead. . .
    She did it to protect me , he thought. But that doesn't make it any less disturbing .
    Maybe that even makes it a little more disturbing .
    He forced his eyes open. He couldn't afford to be distracted; he had to be strong. He was king.
    "You think Straff sent them?" Elend asked.
    Ham nodded. "Who else? They targeted you and Cett. I guess your threat to kill Straff wasn't as binding as we assumed."
    "How is Cett?"
    "He barely escaped alive. As it is, they slaughtered half of his soldiers. In the fray, Demoux and I couldn't even see what was happening up on the stage with you and Vin."
    Elend nodded. By the time Ham had arrived, Vin had already dealt with the assassins. It had taken her only a few minutes to wipe out all six of them.
    Ham was silent for a moment. Finally, he turned to Elend. "I'll admit, El," he said quietly. "I'm impressed. I didn't see the fight, but I saw the aftermath. It's one thing to fight six Allomancers, but it's another to do that while trying to protect a regular person, and to keep any by-standers from harm. And that last man. . ."
    "Do you remember when she saved Breeze?" Elend asked. "It was so far away, but I swear I saw her throw horses into the air with her Allomancy. Have you ever heard of anything like that?"
    Ham shook his head.
    Elend sat quietly for a moment. "I think we need to do some planning. What with today's events, we can't. . ."
    Ham looked up as Elend trailed off. "What?"
    "Messenger," Elend said, nodding toward the doorway. Sure enough, the man presented himself to the soldiers, then was escorted up to the stage. Elend stood, walking over to meet the short man, who wore Penrod's heraldry on his coat.
    "My lord," the man said, bowing. "I've been sent to inform you that the voting will proceed at Lord Penrod's mansion."
    "The voting?" Ham asked. "What nonsense is this? His Majesty was nearly killed today!"
    "I'm sorry, my lord," the aide said. "I was simply told to deliver the message."
    Elend sighed. He'd hoped that, in the confusion, Penrod wouldn't remember the deadline. "If they don't choose a new leader today, Ham, then I get to retain the crown. They've already wasted their grace period."
    Ham sighed. "And if there are more assassins?" he asked quietly. "Vin will be laid up for a few days, at least."
    "I can't rely on her to protect me all the time," Elend said. "Let's go."

    "I vote for myself," Lord Penrod said.
    Not unexpected , Elend thought. He sat in Penrod's comfortable lounge, accompanied by a group of shaken Assemblymen—none of whom, thankfully, had been hurt in the attack. Several held drinks, and there was a veritable army of guards waiting around the perimeter, eyeing each other warily. The crowded room also held Noorden and three other scribes, who were there to witness the voting, according to the law.
    "I vote for Lord Penrod as well," said Lord Dukaler.
    Also not unexpected , Elend thought. I wonder how much that cost Penrod .
    Mansion Penrod was not a keep, but it was lavishly decorated. The plushness of Elend's chair was welcome as a relief from the tensions of the day. Yet, Elend feared that it was too soothing. It would be very easy to drift off. . ..
    "I vote for Cett," said Lord Habren.
    Elend perked up. It was the second for Cett, which put him behind Penrod by three.
    Everyone turned to Elend. "I vote for myself," he said, trying to project a firmness that was hard to maintain after everything that had happened. The merchants were next. Elend settled back, prepared for the expected run of votes for Cett.
    "I vote for Penrod," Philen said.
    Elend sat upright,