But the Minotaur merely shifted, blocking him so he couldn't strike a blow.
Death was very close now. Burke knew it. Another moment, and his ribs would snap and pierce his heart, his lungs.
A convulsive tremor shook him. Oil spilled from the jar.
Oil—!
With his last ounce of strength, he brought the jar up sharply, knowing even as he did it that his foe would block the blow.
But the oil would keep on going, maybe....
It hit the alien full in the face.
Burke could feel the thing lose control of its host. Even in his own brain, it was as if a crushing weight had suddenly been lifted.
Simultaneously, the human giant's arms dropped.
Burke ducked and threw himself bodily at the other's knees.