It was easy to see where Hercules and his Greek contingent were fighting. Bodies were flying in all directions, heaved by the mighty arm. Hercules refused all our pleas to use weapons, protesting that the world was already too violent; he was going to reduce the level of violence personally by setting the example of laying aside his sword. I noticed few he threw got up again and wondered what they thought of this reduced level of violence.
"John, you've got to do something or a lot of creatures are going to be hurt."
"Most of the stuff Ebon sent is pretty rough, but I have my own idea," he said as he sat cross-legged as if meditating.
A whooshing sound to the south caught my ear. Something was taking shape in the sky. In the clouds appeared some faces with mop-top haircuts which looked like the reincarnation of some early British rock group. My first thought was that they were too clean-cut; a later, weird, stringy-haired version would have been more frightening to parents on the enemy side. But they had a different strategy. Their mouths each formed a ring and blew out heavy gray smoke over the opposing army, which completely disappeared in the cloud.
"John, the smokescreen will only make the job harder for our archers."
"We won't need any archers, Bill; those troops will be higher than a kite."
"What is it, some sort of levitation spell?"
"No, those troops are submerged in a cloud of first-rate Kentucky pot smoke. I had several big loads of Kentucky's # 1 crop flown in just for this. Snuff's back there giving it the torch, and I simply directed the smoke at the enemy with a flair."
"Did Ebon approve of this?"
"No, I didn't tell him."
"John, you violated the Geneva Convention prohibiting poison gas. You could be tried at The Hague for crimes against humanity along with war criminals."
"You mean it's okay to shoot, stab, spear, dismember, bomb, burn, mow down, and otherwise kill your fellow man, but you can't overcome him with a relatively harmless cloud of mind-altering smoke."
"Something like that; it's a crazy world."
Suddenly, we heard a loud voice saying, "Thames Valley C.I.D., you're busted." A huge bobby with a nightstick was standing over the four stunned looking faces in the sky. Slowly they faded from sight.
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