Now they could hear the trundling of the urn-wagons.
Yorg panted, "They come nearer, Slag."
"It will not be long. You are good fighter, Yorg."
The androids fell away. An urn was coming up. Behind it, androids massed with spears and swords, ready to attack when these madmen were wiped from their path.
Yorg rested on his blade and grinned at Slag. "Thor would attack that urn and tip it. Then the androids would get the force of it. It would kill a lot, facing that army."
Slag grunted and gripped his club.
The urn began to tilt toward the two bloody fighters. Yorg growled in his throat, and the red dwarf and the white ape leaped forward.
They struck the urn with their feet, at its apex. The clay vase shuddered and swung back. A green light reared up, blazing fury and annihilation.
Slag and York fell forward, over the lip of the urn as it dropped toward the androids.
A beam of green blight swept outward, over the massed androids. As a breath blows out the candleflame, so the green fire blew away the androids.