Pomimi swept down on the panel truck that contained Niki as it sped down the street towards...where?

     Not that it mattered.

     Niki was inside, and she required immediate medical attention.

     He figured he had two choices. One, he could create a commotion, get the truck to stop, then storm it before anyone had a chance to react. So unpredictable, that course. Any crazy kind of thing could happen, especially under the present circumstances. Pomimi felt it himself, the fear, and it humiliated him, infuriated him. He was of the Mog, the fiercest and most vicious race among any in the universe. They absolutely did not feel fear, not ever. They thought, not in fight-or-flight terms, but in fight terms period. Every move they made, every reaction, was either offensive or defensive. The word "retreat" was literally not in their vocabulary. 

     And yet, in this battle, fear flooded him like needles piercing his soul. 

     How he despised it.  

     His second choice would be to glide along the side of the truck and get the side door open as the truck moved through traffic. The downside there was that he'd be invisible, so he'd really have to be careful not to get hit by any other cars. Plus, it would take such precision to get a locked door open even as it still moved.

     Pomimi loved that second idea.

     He flew up next to the door whose latch he wanted to laser-knife through, but, before he could get started on it, he had to swerve to avoid getting hit by another truck going the other way. He went to focus on his task a second time, but then there came a lot of oncoming traffic.

     On his third try, though...

     With one swift motion, Pomimi's laser-knife sliced through the latch.

     He slid the door open with a CRASH! He stayed low in case of gunfire. He counted four militia members in back, two up front. The two in the back had their weapons drawn and trained on the door that had just crashed open.  

     Perfect.

     Pomimi punched a militia member in the shoulder hard enough to make her drop her weapon while at the same time elbowing the other weapon holder in the jaw. He twisted on his anti-gravs to kick one in the neck and the other one in the chest hard enough to knock him flat on his butt. 

     Now the other two were on their feet and drawing their weapons, their eyes searching wildly for an enemy they could not see. Pomimi punched one in the gut, doubling her over, then palm-punched the other member in the skull. He then did a scythe sweep to knock them both off their feet. 

     Although it became a bit of a confused scramble in the back of the truck for a couple of seconds after that, Pomimi still managed to get a quick look at Niki. She was so damned pale. 

     Pomimi used his anti-gravs to twirl like a pinwheel. Wherever he saw a vulnerable spot, an arm, a shoulder, a face, Pomimi punched or kicked. One of the rifles wound up, more or less, aimed at Pomimi's chest, although its' owner didn't know that because Pomimi was invisible. Pomimi grabbed the rifle out of the guy's grasp, then used it to club all four of the militia members. Then he held the rifle the way it was supposed to be held and aimed it towards the front of the truck in case either of the two up there wanted to try anything. 

     They didn't. 

     Their attention was focused on something else entirely. 

     They'd stopped the van. 

     And they were looking up. They'd opened the front doors of the van on either side so they could look up better. 

​     "Hi," Pomimi said.  

     He roared like Godzilla as he returned to visibility. That did it for the others in the back. They'd had enough. They ran from the van.

     Pomimi swept Niki up in his arms, then sped away from the van, away from those people, to find a place away from everybody. 

     That turned out to be the lawn of a municipal building a block away. He rested Niki on her side, the side of her skull that had been injured open to the sky. 

​     Then, a shadow darkened the lawn of the municipal building. 

     A huge shadow. 

     Now it was Pomimi's turn to look up.

     And then he prayed to his mother and planet and Warrior God, Xaxmar.

     It was big as a castle. 

​     It floated over the buildings of the city. 

     It wasn't really an "it", though. It was a "he".   

​     It was Egoneg.

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