PART FOUR: WAR ON CALMAG--ASTORIANS VS. FRIEZA'S MINIONS

Chapter Forty-Six: Frieza's Top Elite Begins To Wreck Havoc

Three hours late on the CRP cruiser where Jaden's party is being held prisoner

The CRP officers were drinking beer and liquor and laughing at their
prisoners. One of the CRP officers said that Jaden and Crystalis were two of
the most ugly women that he had ever seen; why not even his sister-in-law was as
hideous as them. Jaden rewarded him for his comment by crushing his foot
beneath hers. The CRP officer howled in pain.

"You two-tailed beast! Our king will surely have you executed!"
Orcor, the injured police officer declared angrily. Jaden laughed at him
arrogantly, and Zarbon and Chestra chuckled.

"When we meet the king of Calmag, what will he do to us?" Chestra
asked calmly.

Orcor lasciviously grinned at her. She was a pretty thing, even with her
cat-like face. Maybe he'd talk the King into giving her to him to interrogate
personally. "King Kitchator will question all of you, and if your answers
displease him, then all of you are done for. Except for maybe you, my dear;
perhaps if you are nice to me, I may see that he spares you, if I declare you
innocent of any wrong doing."

Chestra, who was sitting next to Zarbon, asked quietly, "And just
why would you do that? I am as guilty as my comrades." She would not let this
Calmagian fool intimidate her, although he reminded her of some of her past
masters.

Orcor laughed wickedly. "My wife died a year ago, and I could use a
replacement. I could satisfy you more than your green-haired, green-skinned
boyfriend there. A pretty boy, he is; why I wouldn't be surprised if he turned
out to be a female." Orcor laughed harder, and Lieutenant Balboun laughed with
him.

"I'll bet he is a female!" Balboun added. "I've known some species
to cross dress, but he or she is ridiculous! What sort of man braids his hair
and wears earrings?" He walked over to Zarbon and pulled his green braid.
"Hey, if you're really a woman, you don't have to hide it! You're better
looking than that two-tailed lizard thing that stomped on Orcor's foot earlier!"

"Hey, Lieutenant, why don't we have the pretty boy-girl creature
strip for us!" Orcor suggested loudly. "Then we could tell whether he was male
or female for sure."

Zarbon told Orcor coolly, "I doubt that you would know the
difference, even if I was nude." Pork and Crystalis snickered.

Orcor narrowed his eyes at Zarbon. "What are you suggesting?"

Zarbon smirked. "That you couldn't satisfy your wife, perhaps?"
Now it was Jaden and Chestra's turn to snicker.

Orcor snarled, "Watch it, pretty green boy!" He raised his large
fist and was preparing to punch Zarbon in the face. But before he could do so,
a radio message interrupted his assault:

"Lieutenant Balboun? Lieutenant Balboun, are you there?"

Balboun picked up his radio and pressed a blue button. "Lieutenant
Balboun speaking. Hello, Captain Qatar."

"Lieutenant? Have your men arrested any aliens recently?"

"Yes, Captain, we have. We have arrested five aliens, one is a
two-tailed blue reptilian lizard woman, another is a green haired pretty boy
wearing earrings, and a third resembles a pretty kitty with green and red hair.
The others are a horse-creature with blue mane and tail, and the last one is
hideous, Captain! She looks like a muddy tree with green mold on it."

"Balboun, the King has spoken to me twenty minutes ago. He says
that these creatures could be spies from Frieza. He has given us the authority
to have them executed immediately, except for one or two of the weakest
fighters. Those are to be held for questioning."

"Without a trial or a meeting, Captain? Are you sure that's fair?"
Balboun asked.

"Don't worry about fair, Balboun. A threat from Frieza is enough
cause for alarm. No one will miss them, except for possibly Frieza himself.
Our suspicions are enough cause to eliminate them. Bringing them into Magan
will only increase the threat; kill them now except for the weakest ones!"

"Yes, sire!" Balboun turned to Orcor and his other men. "Execute
the prisoners immediately, except for the blue haired boy and muddy tree girl!"

The CRP officers aimed their laser guns at Zarbon, Jaden and
Chestra, but before their guns could fire, Chestra used her mind to
telekinetically remove the guns from the men's hands. She then used her mind
again to fire the guns onto the CRP officers, killing most of them immediately.

"What's happening?" a bleeding Balboun choked to Orcor; he was
unaware that Orcor was now one of the dead officers. Only two other men were
barely alive.

Zarbon and the others broke free of their restraining cuffs and
chains as easily as if they were breaking twigs. Zarbon swiftly leapt upon the
dying Balboun and held him up in the air by his throat. "Listen to me,
Lieutenant Baboon, you will take us into Magan, or you, and the people below us
now will perish! Jaden and Chestra can destroy those cities with a single blast
from each of them. We are here to take Princess Tayla Chloe of Astoria back to
Frieza with us, and neither you nor your army will stop us! Now, am I making
myself clear?"

"D-do you intend to destroy Calmag too?" Balboun choked fearfully.
Sweet Kai, what had he gotten himself and his men into? These creatures were
ten times more powerful than he had expected. He realized to his growing horror
that his prisoners had cleverly tricked him and his officers.

Zarbon smiled cruelly. "That's up to you, Baboon. Play your part
well, and maybe we will spare this pathetic planet." He, of course, had no
intention of sparing the Calmagians, and neither did his comrades, but it
wouldn't hurt to give the Baboon a little incentive to cooperate. "Now are you
going to do what we tell you?"

Balboun looked over at the officers still struggling for life and
nodded slowly, deeply ashamed of what he was being forced to do. Zarbon patted
his head condescendingly, as if Balboun was a child.

"Smart man," Zarbon told him smoothly. He looked over at Balboun's
frightened pilot and said silkily, "Good, I'm glad your pilot still lives. Have
him take us to Magan, where Princess Tayla supposedly is. Immediately."

Balboun nodded shamefacedly, as he barked orders to his pilot to
continue their journey.





Mountains of Ensley

Vegeta had already left to catch up with his fellow Saiyans, leaving
Balair's team furious and steamed. Bhodie had gone off into the mountains to a
creek that was supposed to have good fish. Diamonique was still angry with
Vegeta, but she decided this morning that she wasn't going to give up on him so
easily; she'd make him her mate yet. She would make him hers. She said as much
to Dodoria and Balair.

Balair laughed at Diamonique's declaration. "Didn't you tell us
that before after you broke up with the Prince the last two times?" he sneered,
for he knew that this was not the first time Diamonique and Vegeta had broken
things off between them. He, like the other Elite officers, was certain that
this time the break was permanent; he had heard Vegeta declare as much to the
other Saiyans.

"Face it, Diamonique," Dodoria added. "Vegeta's through with you.
You shouldn't have pushed a permanent union on him; he's a Saiyan, and he
prefers his own kind. I wouldn't be surprised if that monkey took his own
sister for a mate; that's probably why he won't let her take one."

"Incest is best!" Balair jeered with a laugh. Diamonique glared at
him darkly.

"The best kind of love is inbred love!" Dodoria chortled, joining in
Balair's laughter. "Just ask the Saiyans and the Astorians-two of the most
inbred races I've ever known of!"

Balair chuckled. "Except that I don't think that even the Astorians
mate with their own siblings! Marriages between cousins are not uncommon
however."

"You both are disgusting!" Diamonique snapped. "Even Vegeta would
not go as far as to mate with his own sister. He told me so himself."

"And you believed a word that a monkey told you?" Dodoria jeered,
chuckling. "My, my, Diamonique, you're not as bright as I thought you were!
Please, Diamonique, you should know by now that Saiyans are primitive beasts,
incapable of civility and manners! C'mon, Balair, let's go find some breakfast
that will put up a fight!" He burped loudly, making Balair laugh, as he himself
belched, trying to outdo Dodoria. Dodoria burped louder, and Balair continued
to try to outdo him, as both men flew off into the mountains to find some prey
to catch for breakfast.

"Primitive?" Diamonique mumbled to herself after they had left.
"Those two leather-bound apes have plenty of room to talk! I'm glad that I
didn't have to learn table manners from Dodoria, just fighting techniques."
Dodoria had been Diamonique's former trainer.

Bhodie returned from his fishing trip, having caught a couple of
fish, almost as large as himself. He was dragging them behind him in a net;
Bhodie was an expert fisherman. Bhodie told Diamonique with a grin, "Here,
babe, fry these up for me!" Bhodie was becoming as sexist as Balair.

Diamonique gave him a cool, appraising look. She had once thought
Bhodie was very handsome and a potential mate for her; they had slept together
twice, and Bhodie had been a fine lover. Diamonique had dumped him when she
found out that not only was Bhodie on his way to becoming a Balair clone, but an
unimportant member of one of the weakest races in the universe. She was not
about to take a Human for a mate.

"Fry them yourself," she told him icily, turning her slender,
perfect body away from him.

Bhodie didn't know when to give up. "C'mon, Dime, please, do it for old
Bhodie!"

Diamonique turned on him and said nastily, "Do not ever call me Dime or Babe, do
you understand me? I am not your cook or your mate! Now go away!"

"Where'd Balair and Dodoria go?" Bhodie asked her, completely
ignoring her ire.

"To hell, I hope!" she snapped and leaped into the sky, flying away
from Bhodie. She decided to start on the Calmagian mission by herself. Maybe
she could find a decent lover or two down below in the Calmagian villages before
she began to clear this planet.

She flew gracefully in the dirty air (ugh, didn't Calmagians know
how to clean after themselves?), careful not to breathe any more polluted air
than necessary. She came upon a domed city below her, and she landed near the
dome to get a closer look. She saw a sign inside the dome saying, "Welcome to
the city of Rendor."

Her blue-booted feet landed on the ground into some bushes.
Diamonique smiled to herself; her next plan would be brilliant.

She punched herself hard in the face and several places on her
torso. She removed her armor; it would not be necessary at the moment. Then
she pulled out a beautiful, silvery dress from her bag on her back and ripped it
strategically in several places. As finishing touches, she ruffled her hair to
make it look unkempt, and she pricked her finger, making purple blood come out,
as she smeared it on her face and other places of her body. She put the torn
dress on, and she removed her boots. Her costume completed, she ran out of the
bushes towards the glass dome and banged on the dome, sobbing, putting on a
perfect act of a terrified woman.

"Please help me!" she cried loudly. "My ship has crashed, and I am
the only survivor!"





Journa giggled, as Raditz nibbled on her neck; they were both
standing on top of a mountain, not too far behind the cruiser taking Jaden's
team to Magan. The cruiser had landed temporarily in a village, and Jaden and
Zarbon were forcing the surviving CRP officers to take them to an inn for
something to eat.

"They'll be there for a while," Raditz whispered in Journa's elfin
ear, "so we'll have plenty of time to be alone." He playfully bit her neck,
making her giggle again.

Journa spoke between giggles, "May the Kais bless Jaden for coming up with her
plan to get to Princess Tayla and her people! If it hadn't been for Jaden's
brilliance and Captain Ginyu's well-timed accident, we would have never been
alone like this now!"

Raditz chuckled deep and low, as he nuzzled Journa's neck. "We'll
have to thank them someday! Heh, heh, who would have thought that your
brother's plan to make us follow Jaden and Zarbon's team would have such a nice
effect on us! I see a cave over yonder, sweet thing, so why don't we spend what
few hours that we have alone in there! If we do this right, Nappa and Vegeta
will never find out."

Journa bit Raditz's chin lightly. "I'm up for that! Let's go!"
Raditz bit Journa's nose firmly, asserting his dominance over her. They looked
at each other for a long time, not saying a word. Raditz allowed himself a slow
smile; Journa had just shown her submission to him. He brushed his lips against
hers and held her for a long time.

Then finally, Raditz picked Journa up and flew into the air with
her, carrying her to the cave.





Balair and Dodoria had been chasing a herd of pink antelope-like
creatures with long silver horns, and they had managed to blast three of them
with small lasers. The antelopes (called telopes on Calmag) bleated like sheep
and ran as fast as cheetahs, but they couldn't outrun Balair and Dodoria, who
were among Frieza's fastest flyers, even with their separate bulky masses.

"Breakfast should be ready!" Balair boasted. "And then once we eat,
we'll catch up with Jaden and Zarbon's crew. We're not letting Jaden win this
one!" Balair held no particular large grudge against Zarbon or Chestra, but he
held a special hatred for Jaden, not only because she was of the hated Rybanese
race (once the main enemy of the Sistrai before the Hycanese race destroyed
them), but also because she had killed her and Balair's trainer, Sagash. Balair
had considered Sagash his mentor and hero; Sagash had trained both him and
Dodoria.

Dodoria nodded in agreement, immediately understanding what Balair
was thinking. "We'll avenge Sagash yet." He shared Balair's hatred of Jaden.

Sagash had been a hybrid, half-Sistrai, half-Egimarian warrior, and
a distant cousin of Balair's father. The mostly extinct Egimarian race of
planet Egimari had resembled giant gray apes with crumbling stone-like skin and
mean black eyes. Most of the Sistrai resembled Balair, except the scale colors
could be red, black, yellow or green, with Balair's red color being the most
prevalent. Sagash had an Egimarian mother who had died giving birth to him, but
he identified more with his Sistrai side, something that Balair had admired in
him. Sagash had resembled a red Egimarian, but he had had the Sistrai ability
to vaporize and liquefy himself. Sagash had trained Balair, Dodoria, and Jaden
at the same time, and he had been one of Frieza's favorites.

Dodoria sneered nastily, as he and Balair swept down to the
countryside below to pick up their dead telopes for breakfast, "She killed him
just because he wanted to sleep with her, and she wouldn't! He already had
screwed her twice; what would the difference have been with one more time?"

Sagash had been a tough trainer for all three of his students, but
while he had been just demanding on Dodoria and Balair, he had been excessively
cruel to Jaden because she was a female and Rybanese. Sagash had desired Jaden,
however, despite her Rybanese blood, and he had been furious when she had
rebuffed his advances, although he admired her spirit. Sagash had repeatedly
tried to break the young Rybanese girl's spirit and defiance, and while his
extremely brutal training had made Jaden into a powerful warrior, Jaden grew to
hate him because he had always tried to molest her. As Jaden's defiance, hatred
and anger at Sagash (and Frieza for forcing her into that situation) grew,
Sagash's obsession with his student and desire for her increased. He had wanted
to take Jaden for his mate and make her bear his children, but Jaden repeatedly
refused him, even though he had threatened to fail her. Finally, near
the time of Jaden's final evaluation, Sagash had decided that he wasn't going to
wait any more, and one night, he had raped her.

Balair and Dodoria had thought that the incident was no big deal,
and that Jaden had asked for the assault. They had even lied for Sagash when
Jaden had reported Sagash to Frieza (sexual relationships were forbidden between
trainers and recruits), and they claimed that Jaden was lying. Jaden had no one
to back her up, and Frieza had believed Sagash, Balair and Dodoria over her.
After Frieza had left, Jaden had sworn revenge on all three of them, and she had
begun to do so four years later on the night that she had killed Sagash, who had
started to fall from Frieza's grace.

Balair and Dodoria had cursed the day that Jaden was given Sagash's
Top Elite position, and they both had remembered that cruel smirk of Jaden's
when Balair had bluntly told her that she didn't deserve it. Jaden had kept
that nasty smile and told Balair silkily that if he and Dodoria didn't leave her
alone, they would be the next to die, Frieza or no Frieza. Sagash's two former
favorite students had admired and worshipped their mentor, and they had made a
mutual vow to destroy Jaden utterly one day.

They had tried to kill her several times, and other times they had
bribed or coerced others into trying for them, but so far, Jaden had evaded all
of their traps skillfully. The last physical fight that he and Jaden had nearly
killed him, and he and Dodoria had both decided to back off from her for the
time being. Nevertheless, they intended to keep their promise to avenge Sagash
against her.

Dodoria had just roasted the dead telopes with a mouth blast, and he
was now devouring the leg of the largest one. Balair was eating the
hindquarters of the same animal. "I hate that witch," Dodoria hissed between
bites of telope, "I hate to think of her receiving the reward for bringing
Princess Tayla to Frieza! I'm not going to allow her to win! Balair, I don't
see why we can't just kill her here on Calmag; we can easily make up an excuse
as to why we did it."

Balair shook his head at Dodoria. "Not yet, Dodoria. I want her
dead as much as you do, but right now, she's as equally powerful as we are and
just as smart. She's currently in Frieza's favor at the moment because her
prize pupil, Prince Vegeta, will likely become a Top Elite officer, and if we
kill her without cause, he'll be furious. Patience, Dodoria, these things take
time." He and Dodoria swiftly finished off the fat telope within less than
twenty bites.

Dodoria was about to argue with Balair on this topic when suddenly a
young five-feet-tall Calmagian girl crept out of the bushes, with three baby
telopes behind her. Balair and Dodoria watched the girl openly, lustfully, for
she had milky-white skin and long copper-red hair with large liquid emerald eyes
and a curvy figure. She was wearing a simple pink and white peasant's smock
that was plain and yet alluring at the same time, for it showed off her curves
beautifully. Balair and Dodoria were amused at her pretty face, for it was
flushed with fury.

"How dare you kill my telopes!" she cried furiously in a tone that
was normally silvery, as she was not at all intimidated by their larger sizes
and strange appearances. This girl was similar to a shepherdess, except that
she tended telopes, instead of sheep. "Who do you monsters think you are?
Those telopes belonged to my flock! You killed some of my best ones too! I
will go to my father and brothers, and they will have you fools arrested! You
both will be sorry! You both owe me for those animals! You owe me money!"

Balair and Dodoria laughed loudly, and they then both leapt off of
the ground and flew around her in a slow circle with sly grins on their faces.
Balair licked his lips seductively, and the girl, recognizing Balair's look of
lust, instantly regretted her harsh words towards these two strangers. She
decided to forget about recuperating her losses and tried to flee, but she did
so too late.

Balair grabbed her from behind with his scaly red arm after he had
easily landed on the ground. He pulled her slender body against his and sniffed
her appreciatively; she smelled like the sweet musk roses of Calmag, and
Balair's desire for her increased. He wanted her, and he was pleased to have
something nice to add to his breakfast.

The girl struggled against her captor and screamed, "Let me go! Please!"

Balair nuzzled her neck; he was in an amorous mood, and he decided
to be gentle with this one---provided that she behave herself. He licked her
neck with his tongue and whispered softly, seductively, "You're not going to
have me arrested, my dear. Instead you are going to make me very happy. You
smell nice and sweet." He caressed her breast slowly, as he continued to nuzzle
the nape of her neck. The girl froze in fear, and Balair was pleased that the
girl's defiance and stubbornness had fled from her so quickly. It wouldn't take
long for him to break her, and if she were obedient and submissive, he'd be nice
to her. Her fear increased his arousal, and he loved the look of terror and
growing realization on her pale face. He licked her ear and neck slowly and
seductively, wanting her more by the minute.

His arm tightened around her waist, as he pressed against her.
Dodoria, who was now standing on solid ground, was grinning, hoping that Balair
would let him "have a piece of her" later. He watched Balair bite the girl's
snowy shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Oh that didn't hurt, sweetness," Balair told the girl smoothly, as
he stroked her fiery hair. He kissed her neck, and then he pulled her face to
his ugly red one, crushing his lips against hers, as well as her body against
his. The girl had now begun to cry, and Balair whispered to her, "Relax,
sweetness, I just want to make sweet love to you. You're a beauty, and it's
been a while since I had a woman as exquisite as you. What's your name,
sweetness?"

The girl refused to answer, fearful that this creature would come
back after her again later. Balair grew agitated, and he squeezed her arm
painfully hard. "Answer my question, girl! What is your name?" he hissed, his
fury about to erupt.

"Zil-Zilly Fedamare, sir," she stammered.

"Zilly, what a pretty name. See, that wasn't hard to answer, was
it?" Balair asked her silkily, his good humor now returned. He nibbled on her
neck and licked her face repeatedly.

"Hey Balair, are you going to share her, or what?" Dodoria asked a
bit impatiently.

Balair smirked, not looking at Dodoria. "Maybe I will, maybe I
won't." He was about to remove the girl's garments when three Calmagian men,
tall, muscular and burly, showed up.

The oldest man, with graying red hair, mustache and beard, scowled
angrily at the girl's assailants. He barked, "Release my daughter now!" He
pulled out a laser gun and aimed it at Dodoria and Balair.

The two other men were Zilly's brothers, and they both also aimed
their guns at their sister's captors. "Release our sister now, or you both will
die!" the older of the two ordered.

Balair and Dodoria laughed loudly, and then Balair shoved Zilly in
Dodoria's large, fat, pink arms. "Here, hold her for me." He flew at Zilly's
family members and landed right in front of them.

"Let my daughter go!" the father cried out furiously, keeping his
gun pointed at Balair. "I'll kill you right now, if your friend doesn't release
her! No court on this planet will convict me for doing so! She is unavailable;
I have already arranged a marriage for her! Release her now!"

Balair chuckled lightly. Lord Frieza had wanted the Calmagians
eliminated, so the powerful Sistrai warrior figured now was as good a time as
any to begin his sire's "ethnic cleansing" program. He took a deep breath,
closed his eyes and began vaporizing himself, his massive form now turning into
a red, hazy mist. Only his burning yellow eyes could be seen, and the eyes were
not solid any longer. The red mist expanded and surrounded the three Calmagian
rescuers, and before the men could do anything, the red mist sucked itself up
into the nostrils of all three of them.

Zilly's green eyes widened in terror, and she began to shriek when
the bodies of her relatives began to expand and bloat like balloons. The men's
bodies trembled and shook, their eyes bulging along with their forms. The men
could not breathe, but they were not quite dead yet. The bodies stretched out
until the men resembled giant, colorful balloons, and then finally the men
exploded into thousands of bloody, fleshy pieces swirling about in the red mist,
now once again visible.

"BOOM! SPLAT!"

Blood, bones, hair, and skin flew about everywhere, decorating the
trees, the telopes, Dodoria, and Zilly. The men had popped and exploded like
balloons after being pricked by a needle.

Zilly screamed in horror. "NO!" She continued screaming and crying
at the deaths of her father and brothers. "SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE!" She broke
down and sobbed wildly, still being held captive by Dodoria, who held her in a
vise-like grip.

The red mist solidified itself back into the form of Balair, who was
laughing cruelly, pleased with himself, showing no regret or remorse for the
lives that he had so heartlessly taken. His laughter was the most terrifying
thing that Zilly had ever heard, next to the explosion of her family members.

Dodoria cheered. "That was some show, Balair! I couldn't have done
better myself!" His laughter mingled with Balair's. Zilly's terrified,
grief-stricken sobs grew louder and louder, as she cried in Dodoria's arms. In
a vain attempt to escape, she struggled to free herself from Dodoria's grip, but
Dodoria's grip was tight. Finally, mercifully, she passed out and fainted in
her captor's arms.

"Aw, she couldn't have stayed awake for a little longer?" Dodoria
moaned. "I wanted to try her myself, and I prefer my women to be awake."

"So do I," Balair agreed. "Hold onto her for now, Dodoria; we'll
have more fun with her later when she's awake." He heard some noises in the
distance, the voices of many men coming. "Looks like we have more company!
Put her down on the ground; she's not going anywhere anytime soon."

Dodoria, grinning, laid the girl down on the ground unceremoniously,
tossing her down, as if she were a sack of grain. The girl did not stir, as
Dodoria and Balair prepared themselves for battle.

The men from Zilly's village spotted Dodoria and Balair, and all of
them aimed their guns at the invaders. The men weren't about to ask questions;
they already suspected that Dodoria and Balair were up to no good, and their
suspicions were all that was necessary for them to destroy the intruders. Some
of them had also heard Zilly's screams.

"Fire!" one of the men ordered, and the others did, with their guns
shooting out bluish-white lasers at Dodoria and Balair, causing them to be
covered in a great cloud of white smoke. The men continued shooting lasers with
their guns until their laser guns began to run down on the nuclear batteries
required to power them.

"Stop!" the man that had ordered the firing commanded.

The men did, and a boy, no older than twelve, shouted, "Hey, it
looks like they've been roasted! No one could have survived that!" The others
agreed with him, and they began to cheer.

"They couldn't have been that strong!" a fat man boasted.

"That will teach those monsters!" the boy cried out.

"Hey, they've been fried to a crisp for sure!" a skinny man with
freckles yelled happily.

The cloud that the laser attacks had caused was now starting to dissipate and
clear away. To the men's horror, Balair and Dodoria were still standing in the
smoke, as fine as ever. The lasers had no effect on them. Balair and Dodoria
had suffered no damage, and the evil foes were grinning widely.

"It's my turn now, Balair," Dodoria declared wickedly.

Balair smirked. "Be my guest," he told Dodoria graciously.

Dodoria opened his mouth and fired a fiery mouth blast that hit
almost all of the men before they could escape. The men cried in horror, as the
flames from the mouth blast roasted them, burning them away into skeletons.

Only three men survived out of the two hundred men that had come to
confront Dodoria and Balair, and they had decided to flee. The survivors didn't
make it far, for Balair flew after them in the air, vaporized his body again and
caused them to explode. None of the men were alive now.

Dodoria and Balair regrouped, and they slapped each other on each
other's backs, laughing evilly. Their cruel laughter could be heard from many
miles away, as the heinous killers went back to pick up the helpless Zilly.

But when they went back to retrieve her, Zilly was gone, with only
her shoes on the ground.

"Curses!" Balair hissed. "She escaped!"

Dodoria wasn't fazed. "She won't make it far. The ground is muddy,
and I can see her footprints. Remember, Calmagians can't fly."

Balair's scowl melted into a grin. "A game of tag combined with
hide and seek! I like the idea! We'll let her run for a little bit, and then
we'll capture her again and have our fun!"

Dodoria grinned along with Balair. "Sounds like fun! Let's go!"

And the two evil Top Elite officers took off in hot pursuit of
Zilly.