Chapter 17
It seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than fifteen or twenty minutes since the battle began that he caught sight of Symba, two of his brothers, and a half dozen more warriors flying over the treetops to land near him. Symba immediately rushed to his side. Trelon gave a weak prayer of thanks to the gods and goddesses as the healing warmth engulfed his weakened body.
“What happened?” Mandra demanded. He knelt down next to Trelon while Creon stood surveying the damage.
“Curizan skimmers,” Trelon responded weakly. “More than a dozen of them.”
Creon turned to look down at Trelon in surprise. “More than a dozen,” he said in astonishment. “You did a hell of a job in kicking their ass.”
“Not only me,” Trelon choked out. He could feel his symbiot working on his lung. “Car
