The jungle shuddered as it struck home. The ground lurched wildly, like an animal's back; trees tumbled, the sky bent. Harrell saw he had scored a hit; the alien's concentration had wavered, distorting the scenery.
But there was quick recovery. Again the mocking laughter. Harrell knew that the alien had shrugged off the blow.
And then the counterblow.
It caught Harrell unawares and sent him spinning back a dozen feet, to land in a tangled heap beneath a dangling nest of vines. His head rocked, seemed ready to split apart. He sensed the alien readying a second offensive drive, and set up counterscreens.
This time he was ready. He diverted the attack easily, and shook his head to clear it. The score was even: one stunning blow apiece. But he had recovered and so had the alien.
Harrell aimed another blow and felt the alien sweep it aside. Back came the answering barrage of mental force; Harrell blocked it.
Stalemate again, the alien said.
We're evenly matched, Harrell replied. But I'll beat you. He looked up at the far-off castle on the mountainside. I'll beat you yet.
That remains to be proven, troublesome Earthman.