Billie, Khanna, and I buzzed into the city and into the stench.


    Like before, Billie complained the whole time. Above us, there was a swirling maelstrom of toxic bullshit in the air.


    The Sleezenak biker armada were right on your tail.


    We passed by an alley and Jack reached out to me. I see you and hear you. We will stay hidden. We are very impressed with your tactics. We are very hungry. Weare looking forward to a fine meal.


    For the first time, I had to kind of wonder. "Hey, Jack, are you and Reggie going to be okay? I mean, the Sleezenak are fighting us with stone-age weapons. You won’t get hurt, right?”


    This time, it was Reggie that responded. Stickman! We shall be fine. We will thicken our protective layer to keep our Worlds Beast’s alive. We understand the vitals of these creatures very intimately. You worry about keeping yourself alive, so you can provide us more food stuffs in the future.


    "Ah, Reggie, I didn''t know you cared."


    Turning, I saw the big black T. rex in an alley. He then gave me a long look which is kind of hard to describe. It was part amusement and part gratitude. He really did appreciate me finding his green friend.


    Reggie was on one side of the street while Jack was on the other. They’d found good places to hide in wide streets just off the main drag. I saw a Cadillac that looked in pretty good condition, but first things first. We had an army to fight.


    Once we got past the fungasaurs, I slowed my bike down for two reasons: I didn''t want them to lose us, and I didn''t want to run into another army of lizard bitches down the road. In the end, I didn''t have to worry about that. Jack and Reggie were smart. They could communicate at a distance, but they waited until the first line of bikers moved past them. Then they pounced.


    It was an amazing sight. The T. rexes lunged forward, both of them at the same time, right into the middle of the Sleezenak army. Jack ripped one lizard bitch off her motorcycle, sending the bike crashing to the ground. I''m pretty sure Jack swallowed that Sleezenak whole. With his feet, he started crashing through others, kicking and stomping. Jack had thickened the armor on his feet, so he wouldn’t get hurt. That was good, because we were going to need that to cross the lava field.


    As for Reggie, he didn''t gulp down his food. He chewed and chewed, smacking Sleezenak with his tail, until he swallowed. Then he ate another one, biting the Sleezenak in half. This time, he spit it out to chomp on another lizard woman. He was going to kill a bunch and then eat them.


    "Hey, Jack, we have a lot of these things to kill. Can you eat them later?


    Jack was too busy munching to respond, but he soon followed Reggie''s tact.


    As for Billie, had left her bike and climbed up a fire escape. Halfway up, about 20 feet off the ground, she set up a little sniper’s nest and started picking off Sleezenaks before they could even get to the T. rexes.


    Khanna was near me, but I didn''t want her to wade into battle. "You stay here, Khanna.”


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    The Huntress wasn’t just going to stand there. She had run out of arrows a long time ago, but she had a sling, and she knew how to use it. In the ruins of the post-apocalyptic city, there was plenty of ammo—gravel, crumbling brick, and random rocks littered the ground around us. She whirled the leather strap around her head, and her aim was precise. Again, her optimizations were paying off.


    As for me, I rushed in, because I wanted to find Onak and get that power crystal.


    Using my ax, I bashed my way through the Sleezenak, who had abandoned their motorcycles to fight me. One bike had been smashed up so badly from Reggie’s tail that the back wheel had come off. I picked it up, so I felt like a medieval warrior, a shield in my left hand and an ax in my right. I had Opal extend my survival suit over my head, so I had kind of a helmet. Thick gauntlets covered my hands.


    After I’d killed dozens of the Sleezenak, I realized some started running away.


    Sure, we were massacring them. We had two giant T. rexes on our side, a blond with a boom stick, and an enhanced warrior slinging deadly stones with amazing accuracy.


    The fungasaurs were especially deadly. I noticed Jack and Reggie had thickened their helmets to cover a good portion of their eyes, so none of the Sleezenak could sling stones into their brains. The two T. rexes were armored killing machines, and I realized I’d gotten lucky killing Green Albert.


    I thought we were going to win the day easily when I saw the new shaman coming rolling into the city. Standing with his magical pickax ready, the shaman stood on a trailer being pulled by two motorcycles.


    Flanking Onak were several Sleezenak with power crystal spears. They weren''t big spearheads, but they glowed with an evil power, and I knew there was a good chance they could cut through Jack and Reggie''s armor. I wasn’t going to let that happen.


    I picked up a stone spear and hurled it with all my might. It went through one of Onak’s escorts and her bike spun away from under her. Grabbing another stone spear, I hurled at the shaman but missed. It went into one of the Sleezenak behind him.


    I didn’t have time to throw a third spear.


    The shaman leapt into the air and hung, floating. He then flew toward me.


    How could he fly? I wanted to fly!


    I blocked the pickax with my tire shield and tried to cut off his leg. My ax slid off a magical shield made of red light.


    Onak landed and knocked my tire out of my hand.


    We exchanged blows, but he was good, fast, strong.


    One of his spearmen came to cut me, but then a bullet tore off his face. Thank you, Billie Lynn Kidd.


    A stone from Khanna’s sling killed another.


    The T. rexes continued to roar as they worked up a grisly appetite. Jack and Reggie would have plenty to eat if we survived the fight.


    I wanted to end the battle quickly, and suddenly I had a plan. It was a little risky, but mostly it was going to be painful.


    Onak swung his pick at me, and I raised my arm. The crystal went right through flesh, nearly breaking my bone. Pain lit up my brain, making time slow down.


    Damn, that hurt.


    But Opal knew what to do.


    A second later, I got her normal message about utilizing the Inferna crystal.


    And suddenly, Onak’s magical pick was only a long length of wood.


    Meanwhile, fresh energy went through me.


    The shaman''s face fell for a second, and then I chopped it in half, but I didn''t stop there. I hacked off every limb. I wasn’t taking any chances.


    Seeing their shaman butchered made all the surviving Sleezenak rethink the fight. Most likely, they had other crystal weapons, but we had smashed the main part of the army.


    I didn’t hear Billie’s gun, so it was pretty obvious she’d run out of bullets.


    That kind of didn’t matter.  The remnants of the biker gang, including some of the spear women, fled on their motorcycles, heading north down the street and deeper into Fry City.


    It was night, so there weren’t any drums, but I would bet there would be the next morning.


    Only a few dozen of the Sleezenak escaped us.


    Jack and Reggie, with the fight over, just stood around chewing on Sleezenak, clearly enjoying themselves.


    I reached out, "Hey Jack, how is your meal?"


    Jack gave me a toothy T. rex smile. My feet hurt. I slipped on one of the machines, but these bones are very crunchy and give my dinner a nice mouth feel. The entrails give it a rather sharp taste, but we enjoy the finer delicacies of life.


    “Uh, I’m glad, but I’m kind of sorry I asked.”