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her had tried to jump up and to the side, but wasn't nearly fast enough.
The spear next went through her shoulder and pinned her to the wall
with her toes inches above the floor. It ruined a beautiful painting in the
process.
The two remaining Greenies drew their swords and came at Kren.
Fighting alone against two, standard military doctrine is to run to one
side and to dispatch the first one you come to as quickly as possible. If
your enemies can get you between them, the one in front of you needs
only to block your blows, while the one behind you can easily put a
blade in your back.
They will undoubtedly kill you, no matter how good you are, or how
inept their swordsmanship might be.
Kren followed doctrine.
He used the "spear" attack, a dangerous maneuver that involves holding
your sword straight out in front of you while running at your opponent
as fast as you can, while screaming at the top of your lungs in the hopes
of startling her.
It worked.
The warrior in green could easily have blocked the blow, if she'd had a
moment to think about it, but she lacked that moment, she missed the
opportunity, and shortly thereafter, she lost her life.
The Mitchegai heart is located low, surrounded by the pelvic girdle,
and is assisted by two smaller, single-chambered hearts below the
knees that pump blood depleted of nutrients and oxygen upwards.
Swollen ankles and varicose veins are unknown in this species.
At the last instant, Kren lowered his sword and sent it straight through
her heart. He quickly pulled out his dripping blade, and used a
horizontal blow to decapitate his opponent, since a Mitchegai can
function for minutes without any heart at all.
The Greenie who was pinned to the wall was still struggling between a
dead coworker and a valuable painting, so Kren turned to his last
opponent. This one, he could take a bit of time with, and perhaps they
would get into some interesting sword play.
As they squared off, two very loud explosions sounded from Bronki's
bedroom. This startled the last Greenie, who turned and looked to the
bedroom doorway. Almost regretfully, Kren took advantage of this by
cutting off the female's right arm. As she stared stupidly down at her
severed limb, Kren took her head off in disgust.
The girl had been no fun at all!
When Kren got into Bronki's bedroom, she was standing with a
complicated-looking metal object in her hand. It was smoking.
Lying on the floor were two more Greenies with large holes in their
abdomens, bleeding on the lovely carpets.
"Well! It certainly took you long enough to get here! I had to do the job
myself! Now, put that sword of yours to some use and dispatch these
two! I didn't have time to do anything but gut shots. These two have
been knocked out cold by the hydrostatic shock, but I would just as
soon that they don't come around."
"Yes, Bronki," Kren said, decapitating the two unresisting Greenies. "I
regret the delay, but there were four more of these . . . individuals in
your living room."
"Indeed?" Bronki stepped out to look. "I see. Please excuse my earlier
remarks. You've served me well this day. You'd better kill this last one,
too, but please be delicate about it. That's a genuine Kado that this
trash is stuck to, and there are only three other paintings by her still in
existence."
By the time that Kren had done the job without further damage to the
painting, chopping the Greenie's head in half from the top, and had
retrieved his spear, a dozen servants were crowding in, and Bronki was
giving orders.
"Well, you can all see that we've had a disturbance here. Strip these
bodies, flush their clothes down a toilet, and put them on the party
tables. Remove the brains, chop them up, and flush them down the
toilets, too. We wouldn't want any of this sort of trash to be
resurrected. Put everything else they had with them in a pile
somewhere. I'll go over it later. If you find any identification or credit
cards, bring them to me at once. Then clean this mess up. After that,
we'll all have a nice, family feast. Once we're all completely through,
you will remember that nothing unusual happened here today."
"None of these Greenies knew anything worthwhile?" Kren asked
Bronki while the servants scurried around.
"Greenies? That's as good a name for them as any, I suppose. Do they
know anything useful? I doubt it, since these were all low-ranking trash.
I mean, look at their small heads! But one of those in my bedroom was
the leader of this bunch, and considerably smarter than the rest. Quality
trash, I suppose you could call her. Come with me."
Bronki was soon sketching out another brain, showing Kren exactly
what he should and should not eat.
"There. That should give you a considerable background into the
underworld of this city, without taking up too much of your cranium.
That's if you want it, of course."
"I think that it might be helpful, if today's events prove to be common."
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