Titans of Chaos

Had I rotated my body further, I could have produced any number of other cross-sections:phoenix, centaur, deer, dolphin, squid, energy ball, seven notes of music, or any combinationthereof. But I rotated my body as little as I could, to get a body as much like my destroyed bodyinserted into Earth's three-space as I could get. It would have taken a scientific instrument todetect the slight differences in measurements, volume, and bone structure from the destroyedbody.

The destroyed body still hurt, so I folded it into a one-dimensional space so that the pain signalscould not reach the rest of my nervous system.

Oh, and I should mention my clothes vanished.

Nude again. The story of my life.

I guess I should also mention that the horses attacked me. Their cyclopean-eyes glittered andflared with strange energies. Deadly chemicals, magnetic discharges, nan-otechnology packets,nerve toxins, incendiaries, and so on and so forth blasted the trees behind me and blew widecraters into the ground.

It was really quite impressive. Really.

Then I made the horses stand on their heads.

It was fun. Really.

Amazons

Lamia reacted quickly.

I saw, approaching from the fourth dimension, shining with orb within orb of death music,Parthenope and Leucosia.

I "ducked." I folded my body into a tightly three-dimensional shape. The guitar and thehypersphere manifested themselves: I had been carrying this stuff in four-space. I folded thehypersphere from a globe to a circle to a line, which I stuck into my billfold. I slung the guitar intothe saddlebags of the biotech horse. My horse. I picked the prettier one.

Parthenope passed by, about one hundred yards underground, twenty yards or so "above" me inthe blue direction. She was making a quick scan, simply looking for something popping up ordropping down out of the hyperplane. She did not see me. I was flat, like a soldier hugging theterrain.

Lamia was still shouting orders to the Amazons over her little crystal eyeball when Hippolyta (atmy instruction) crushed it to pieces beneath her boot heel. Antiope was quite shapely in herbirthday suit. I sort of wish Colin had been here to see it. She helped me on with the blackmetal-cloth catsuit and tucked my hair into her helmet. My suit. It took me less than a minute towiggle into it.

My clothes, including the jacket Vanity had just bought for me, I bundled up and stuffed into asaddlebag.