The Twelve Kingdoms: A Thousand Leagues of Wind

was given, the earth trembled and the horses launched forward. Koshou and his companions sized up the situation and readied themselves.
    Youko stepped off to the side, leaned over and addressed the ground at her feet. "If you would, please," she said.
    "Yes," the voice answered in return, and faded away.
    The horses bore down on them. The horse in the lead suddenly crashed to the ground. "What?" puzzled Koshou. The fallen horse tripped up the one behind it. The third horse just managed to skirt the pileup, but then for some reason tumbled to the ground as well--as if its hooves had been yanked out from under.
    "What the hell's going on?"
    "Strike while the iron's hot," Youko's cool voice said next to him.
    Koshou glanced at Youko, but she had already taken off after the fallen knights.

    When Kantai arrived on the scene, the street was a confusion of friend and foe: fallen steeds and the onrushing civilians, panicked soldiers returning fire.
    "You seem to be handling things." Kantai dismounted from the kitsuryou and jumped down next to Koshou. The kitsuryou turned and set off back to the castle.
    "Not our doing. We seem to have some friendly spirits on our side. The horses took it upon themselves to bite the dust without us lifting a finger."
    "Huh." Kantai readied his lance. Made of forged steel down to the hilt, the lance was Kantai's personal winter weapon.
    "And with so little light, haven't taken an arrow in some time now."
    "A good thing too, having good luck and a fair wind at your back. Let's take the fight to the Rooster Gate!"
    "I'm with you!" said Koshou, and started off at a run. Kantai followed after him, skewering the unseated knights milling about in disarray.

    A soldier bounded to his feet. Youko batted away the spear tip thrust at her. Having lost his weapon, the soldier ran away, and Youko didn't bother chasing him. She looked up. The Rooster Gate was not far off. She could see a catapult there, but no projectiles had recently flown in their direction. She smiled to herself. At her heels a voice said, "Soldiers have begun a headlong retreat from the outer gate."
    "Thanks. And how are you holding out?" Shirei they might be, but they were not invulnerable. Winter weapons could mortally wound them. An alert soldier could sense them coming, even hiding in the shadows.
    "A few scratches. Nothing serious."
    "Sorry for the trouble. Could you do another job for me?"
    "The provincial guard stationed at the Rooster Gate?"
    "Yes." Youko indicated the nearby enemy with her sword.
    "By your command."
    The voice disappeared. At the same time, a soldier drew his sword and closed on her. Their blades clashed, throwing off sparks. Steel ground against steel. She turned his sword aside, he stumbled off balance, and she swatted him in the back with the flat of the blade. He didn't retreat though, but slashed at her again. This time, she parried the attack, aiming for the hilt. He dropped the sword and ran off yelping.
    "You don't seem to enjoy killing people," Kantai called out to her.
    "Better a conflict resolved without a death than with."
    "If we're not culling the enemy's forces, then what's the point?"
    "I'm hoping to chip away at their morale instead."
    "Aren't you a strange one. Handling a sword the way you do, and yet spouting such sentimental nonsense." There was laughter in his voice. "Who were you speaking with just now?"
    "Nobody. I have a habit of talking to myself."
    "Oh?" Kantai said, stepping away from her. Three soldiers ran at them waving their swords. He mowed them down with his lance, like wheat before a sickle. The heavy armor groaned. Struck above the knees, the three crumpled into a heap on top of each other.
    Youko was amazed. That Koshou possessed the strength to wield a hundred-pound broadsword was impressive enough, but the way Kantai twirled around that solid steel lance was beyond incredible. Even Koshou had to gasp. The lance must weigh at least three hundred pounds, and as burly a man as Kantai was, he didn't weigh three hundred pounds. Not only carrying a steel lance as massive as himself, but whirling it about the way he did, defied common sense. And yet he showed no signs of running out of energy.
    "He's some kind of monster," Koshou said in an amazed tone of voice. He was breathing hard by now. He held a scimitar in his hand.
    "What happened to your broadsword?"
    "Broke it."
    "Ah," Youko nodded.
    She ran down the street. Three thousand had stormed out of the castle. They established