Thor caught the top rail and used it as the pole vaulter uses his pole. His wrists turned and his hips twisted. He went up over the bar.
His feet hit the urn, with two hundred pounds of muscles and desperation behind it.
The urn tilted back.
The androids screamed as the green flame leaped outward. For one instant they hung there, as though in green mist. Their open mouths and bulging eyes were straining to escape what they tasted and saw. It was no use.
Thor knew the androids were dissolving even as he brought his left fist up to the Black Priest's jaw. The man went back, heels dragging on the balcony floor. He lay where he had fallen, motionless.
Thor went and stared into the urn. The green flame was dead, now, just glittering green stuff, like crystallized moss.
Yorg called, "Hurry, Thor Masterson. We have broken them but Aava will send more."
He swung from the balcony, a frown furrowing his forehead. There was something about that green flame—
Karola was waiting for him. She slipped her hand in his and tugged. "We mustn't stay here, Thor. You heard what Yorg said."
Thor stepped over fallen androids, with arrows and lances jutting from mouth and eye-sockets, with crushed and split-open skulls.