Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

to spell it once. She'd gotten about five letters in.
    "Kelsier gave me my name," Spook said, as if that were reason enough to keep it. And perhaps it was. Vin saw the look in Spook's eyes when he mentioned Kelsier; Clubs might be Spook's uncle, but Kelsier had been the one he looked up to.
    Of course, they all had looked up to Kelsier.
    "I wish I were powerful, Vin," Spook said quietly, arms folded on his knees as he sat on the rock. "Like you."
    "You have your own skills."
    "Tin?" Spook asked. "Almost worthless. If I were Mistborn, I could do great things. Be someone important."
    "Being important isn't all that wonderful, Spook," Vin said, listening to the thumpings in her head. "Most of the time, it's just annoying."
    Spook shook his head. "If I were Mistborn, I could save people—help people, who need it. I could stop people from dying. But. . .I'm just Spook. Weak. A coward."
    Vin looked at him, frowning, but his head was bowed, and he wouldn't meet her eyes.
    What was that about? she wondered.

    Sazed used a bit of strength to help him take the steps three at a time. He burst out of the stairwell just behind Tindwyl, the two of them joining the remaining members of the crew on the wall top. The drums still sounded; each had a different rhythm as it sounded over the city. The mixing beats echoed chaotically from buildings and alleyways.
    The northern horizon seemed bare without Straff's army. If only that same emptiness had extended to the northeast, where the koloss camp seemed in turmoil.
    "Can anyone make out what's going on?" Breeze asked.
    Ham shook his head. "Too far."
    "One of my scouts is a Tineye," Clubs said, hobbling over. "He raised the alarm. Said the koloss were fighting."
    "My good man," Breeze said, "aren't the foul creatures always fighting?"
    "More than usual," Clubs said. "Massive brawl."
    Sazed felt a swift glimmer of hope. "They're fighting?" he said. "Perhaps they will kill each other!"
    Clubs eyed him with one of those looks. "Read one of your books, Terrisman. What do they say about koloss emotions?"
    "They only have two," Sazed said. "Boredom and rage. But—"
    "This is how they always begin a battle," Tindwyl said quietly. "They start to fight among themselves, enraging more and more of their members, and then. . ."
    She trailed off, and Sazed saw it. The dark smudge to the east growing lighter. Dispersing. Resolving into individual members.
    Charging the city.
    "Bloody hell," Clubs swore, then quickly began to hobble down the steps. "Messengers away!" he bellowed. "Archers to the wall! Secure the river grates! Battalions, form positions! Get ready to fight! Do you want those things breaking in here and getting at your children!"
    Chaos followed. Men began to dash in all directions. Soldiers scrambled up the stairwells, clogging the way down, keeping the crew from moving.
    It's happening , Sazed thought numbly.
    "Once the stairwells are open," Dockson said quietly, "I want each of you to go to your battalion. Tindwyl, you have Tin Gate, in the north by Keep Venture. I might need your advice, but for now, stay with those boys. They'll listen to you—they respect Terrismen. Breeze, you have one of your Soothers in each of battalions four through twelve?"
    Breeze nodded. "They aren't much, though. . .."
    "Just have them keep those boys fighting!" Dockson said. "Don't let our men break!"
    "A thousand men are far too many for one Soother to handle, my friend," Breeze said.
    "Have them do the best they can," Dockson said. "You and Ham take Pewter Gate and Zinc Gate—looks like the koloss are going to hit here first. Clubs should bring in reinforcements."
    The two men nodded; then Dockson looked at Sazed. "You know where to go?"
    "Yes. . .yes, I think so," Sazed said, gripping the wall. In the air, flakes of ash began to fall from the sky.
    "Go, then!" Dockson said as one final squad of archers made its way out of the stairwell.

    "My lord Venture!"
    Straff turned. With some stimulants, he was able to remain strong enough to stay atop his saddle—though he wouldn't have dared to fight. Of course, he wouldn't have fought anyway. That wasn't his way. One brought armies to do such things.
    He turned his animal as the messenger approached. The man puffed, putting hands on knees as he stopped beside Straff's mount, bits of ash swirling on the ground at his feet.
    "My lord," the man said. "The koloss army has attacked Luthadel!"
    Just as you said, Zane , Straff thought in wonder.
    "The koloss,