Lykopis felt blood in her mouth as one of the Duke's punched her in the checkbone. That will leave a bruise tomorrow. Another kick forced Lykopis on her knees. Assuming I'm alive tomorrow. Her ankles were now at the edge of the roof. One hard push and Lykopis would find herself in serious harm. Shrieking, Lykopis drove her sword upwards into the Duke's arm.

The Duke merely paused to watch he arm regenerate. "Stupid bitch. Haven't you figured it out by now?"

Lykopis grinned, blood trickling down her mouth. "Yeah. But Mr. Smith said I should stall."

The Duke turned around to see Robo Squirrel and his flame thrower. Lykopis, still grinning, rolled out of the way as the Thin White Duke erupted into flames.

"You know, Robo Squirrel, I think I like you."

"Would Lykopis like a bonding hug?"

"I said I liked you. As much as I like my can opener." Lykopis pushed herself up from the edge of the roof when she noticed something. Phil, can you see what I see?

Sure enough, she heard the telepath's voice in her head. The gas truck down on the street below us? Whoa, that could be useful. Now, go help Adem.

Elsewhere, Grissom Montag and Drake Marshall were fighting Dukes of their own. Until they 'heard' Phil and 'saw' the truck. Opportunity knockin', gentlemen.

Ideas were spinning through their heads. Phil, watching their plots develop, stood back and was amazed from all the head-spinning. "Drake," said Montag. "I think Gravitron is quite capable of lifting that truck."

"And I think Bree is quite capable of breaking it open."

Montag punched another Duke, sending the spinning body towards Gaunt. "And I think Robo Squirrel is quite capable of igniting the spilled gasoline."

You know, the whole point was to keep everyone organized. Plus, one of the Duke's could have overheard your plan.

Sometimes, chum, said Montag in a swaggering manner, it feels good to do it old-school.

"Whatever," said Phil. He then realized that he was speaking instead of thinking. Crap. He saw where Gravitron had begun reverting to his normal size. Don't shrink down quite yet, Gravitron. I have a minor request for you...