Excerpt From an Upcoming Masks Story

The three young super Shilmek carried the unconscious Tolnar back to their task force's command ship. They landed at the perimeter, cleared security, then walked the rest of the way, to show off their casually-carried trophy. A cheer rose wherever they passed. They were almost to the entrance ramp when a flurry of activity on the perimeter caught their attention. There was small arms fire, then medium arms fire, then frantic calls for heavier weapons. Then one of the heavy canon placed inside the defensive ring suddenly went flying in a high arc, distinctly bent. The three stared, wondering wondering what - or who - could do such a thing. Also, hoping they would not be needed to deal with the cause, since they were both engaged in important business and very tired and battered from their fight with Tolnar.

"Yer makin' me MAD!" said a loud, gravelly voice.

They looked towards the source, and saw a tall, wide human walking towards them as he pushed his sleeves up. There was a path of utter defeat on the ground behind him. The Sailor smiled.

"An' when I gets mad, folks what is smart gets worried."