When they were sure the camp was quiet they slipped by the sentries and began to comb the battlefield.  It was easy for them to spot the offending arrows, because to them, in the night, they glowed brightly.  In a short time they had a considerable pile of them.
   "What are you going to do with these?"  The Ax Man asked.
   "At true midnight," The Ancient One answered, picking up a quill of ordinary arrows and a bow, and handing them to his friend, "I'll circle the earth until I reach escape velocity, then go out and shoot them into space on such a course that they'll eventually drop into the sun."
He had picked up another quill and a bow and handed them to his female companion.  He picked up another himself, and snapped    "Scatter!"
   Without hesitation his companions headed off in different directions.  As they did so blue beams ignited the ground where they had been, The Ancient One put shaft to bow and loosed an arrow. In the distance he heard a startled scream, but a blue beam shot at him from that direction.
   "Hit!"  The Ancient One snapped, "But not yet out."  He transformed, spread his wings, and leapt skyward.  His companions couldn't take to the air in their other forms because their hands weren't free to use their bows.  So they stayed to ground.  But their arrows, too, were finding their marks.  The Ancient One saw one of their attackers rise from cover. Instantly his shaft was in flight. It took the man in the side of the head and passed clean through it.  Silvery steam escaped around it.  The man's head exploded and the silvery fire quickly consumed it.  "One down!"  The Ancient One muttered, "Four to go!"
   Durga got another, her shaft taking off a great chunk of the back of the man's head.  The Ax Man, after losing several shafts and not finding his mark, finally got his prey.  The shaft went in the man's mouth and came out the back of his neck.  The result was just as effective.
   "All right," The Ancient One muttered, "where are the other two?"
Suddenly two blue beams shot by him and from their angle The Ancient One realized where his adversaries were.  He looked up and saw one coming closer, a device on his back that looked like a shield.  The Ancient One took aim, loosed his shaft.  It found the man's left eye, passed through his head.  Only the shield hit the ground!
   The Ancient One twisted and dove, rose and turned, trying to find the other one. His companions tried to keep him in sight, but it was virtually impossible.  Again and again the blue beam shot by The Ancient One.  The Ancient One looked back, saw his quarry, but before he could loose a shaft another penetrated the man's head and he quickly expired, the shield plummeting to the ground.  The Ancient One looked to the edge of the camp.  A tall, majestic figure stood there, long bow in hand.  He raised the bow over his head.  The Ancient One returned the gesture and the figure disappeared back into the camp.
   "He can still hit his mark,"  The Ancient One muttered, "better than any man in England!  Truly he was its greatest archer!"
   The Ancient One landed, recovered the shield and rejoined his companions.  "Come on!"  he snapped, "We've got to get our business here done and be on our way."
   "What a shot!"  The Ax Man muttered.  "Glad he's on our side!"
   "You're not the only one!"  The Ancient One answered.
   They added the shields to their bundles of arrows.  The Ancient One took flight and a few minutes later he returned. 
   "They're safely on their way," he announced.  "I've put them on a course so they'll enter the sun on the far side.  They're going to cause a considerable solar flare and we don't want it hitting the earth."
Yahweh appeared.  "Whoa!" The Ancient One snapped, 'Before you go sending us off on our next little adventure, what about the ships these guys came in?  Won't they be a little dangerous to leave around?"
   "Oh!"  Yahweh answered, "They're hidden on the bottom of the ocean.  By the time anyone finds any trace of them there'll be so little left they won't be able to figure out what they were.  They're really not a concern."
   "Good!" The Ancient One answered.
   "You have created a problem, though!"
   "I did?"  The Ancient One asked.
   "Yes," Yahweh answered.  "You have sung a song that's a couple of centuries ahead of its time.  It's going to be passed down from generation to generation and could alter the development of music!"
   The Ancient One shook his head.  "It won't effect things that much," he answered. 
   Yahweh stared at him.  "Now, just who is God around here?" he asked.
   The Ancient One smiled.  "That's an argument I'm not going to get into!"  he answered.
   Yahweh smiled at him, waved his hand, and they disappeared.  When they reappeared they were in the midst of a battlefield.  The      Ancient One was still himself.  He had not changed.
   "Didn't we just leave a mess like this?" Durga muttered.
   "Yes!"  The Ancient One answered.  "Ooooh!  But this is a whole 'nother mess!"  He bent down and examined one of the dead soldiers at his feet, then he got up, extended his hand, and blue light radiated from it.  The soldier shivered, took a deep breath, and rolled over.