Ithen flew backward as if struck by a charging triceratops. The young warrior skimmed over Trals's head and crunched into the saltbushes.

"Keep your hands up!" Pmhamun ordered, the fool.

"He'll kill all of us," Trals said. "Release me."

"Have I made myself clear?" Chris said in Inglissh, "Or do you need another demonstration?"

Apparently they did. "Don't back down," said Pmhamun. "Block his movement without seeming to attack."

"It won't work," said ...