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Lost Empire 87

... if almost five hundred bodies were piled before Onai.

Onai turned back toward Kimon, nodding. "You were correct my mate, they hardly posses any skill at all." She turned toward Greeson, "I can also see how tedious it is to brush them aside. Mate? Do you think they will risk the entire clan?"

Kimon thought a moment then nodded, "as I remember, it was their way. They believe to exhaust an opponent, then the masters attack. A most dishonorable way to proceed, also deadly facing such as us."

"I fear then that this will indeed be the true end of their clan," Onai said as another group attacked them. This time it was a full three minutes before Onai stopped. Several hundred Delcrons were gasping, bleeding and lying at odd angles, then most of them stopped breathing.

A sad-faced Onai could only shake her head at the senseless slaughter that she and Greeson had dealt. "Shall I take over Masters? I have regained most of my energy," Greeson said.

Kimon nodded as Onai stepped back, Greeson getting into position and taking a stance.

They turned a corner, then watched as what looked like a moving tide of Delcrons moved toward them. A broad smile came onto Greeson's features as he started to sway, then spin. This didn't seem to sway the approaching multitude.

For well over ten minutes, Greeson had bodies flying away from him into those still approaching. The whole time, Kimon and Onai had been meditating. It was just at the eleven-minute mark that a few got through. ...

... They didn't live long enough to enjoy the small victory.

Though his master was slightly impressed, Greeson could feel his energy starting to drop.

A voice whispered in his ear. "Much better, my student. We will have to work on you overuse of energy," Kimon's voice said.

Greeson stopped as two blurs went past him. Immediately, bodies started flying away as if they had been scooped up and tossed away to the front. Greeson moved to his master and his mate, standing at the plain building's door.

"I am sure that you can handle the first of the masters. As I said, we will work on your energy wastefulness when this is finished," Kimon said to Greeson. Onai smiled, then nodded.

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"So, this chameleon race? They were very much like Bee's race? Hartwell asked.

"In a lot of ways, yes, though over the centuries, I am afraid that a lot of their make up has been changed," Johnathon said.

"Yes, but Mary said that much of her chemical make up is closer now, to what it was back then. Is that because of the cure you made?" Hartwell asked.

"Only in part, sir; part was also from what is in your blood make up. You truly did save her life, whether or not you realize it," Johnathon said.

Hartwell was nodding as he looked at an alarm that was flashing on a nearby console. It was then that he looked at his sister. She was frozen in a daze, staring straight ahead.

"Ah shit!" Hartwell said as he moved to ...