When the Greeks sounded their trumpets for battle the Trojans didn't hesitate to come out.  But they stayed close to their walls, drawing on the protection they had on them.  The Ancient One waited, concealing himself until he saw the impostors descend from the wall, and head for the Greeks.  He took flight and got behind the phony Ax Man.  He dove down with tremendous force drove his feet into the counterfeit Ax Man's back.  The counterfeit lost control and drove into the ground with tremendous force.
   "That will keep him out of it for a few minutes!"  The Ancient One snapped.
   He sped after his counterpart, trying to overtake him, but he didn't need to.  His counterpart turned, produced a small version of the beam projection and began to fire at him.  The Ancient One zigged and zagged avoiding the beams.  He dove through the Greek camp snatching up a bow and a single arrow, then rose again. His adversary followed him.  The Ancient One became aware of an incredible din that sounded like thunder.  Taking a glance in the direction where it was coming from he saw the two Durgas in fierce combat.  Each time one of them struck the other's shield there was a tremendous release of energy.  Bolts of lightning descended to the ground making the combatants then scatter in all directions.  The Ancient One put his shaft to string, spun, fired, and cast his bow away. The shaft found its mark, going right in the barrel of the beam projector, which began to smoke.  Its user shrieked, threw it away, and raced at The Ancient One.  They hit each other with incredible force and began to exchange vicious blows with hands and feet.
   His adversary was good, The Ancient One would give him that, but they were both tiring.
   "You're obviously Haven," The Ancient One remarked when his adversary backed off for a moment, "but when we touch I see images of a world much like this one.  Why do you fight me?"
   "Do you think this world was the only one," his adversary answered, "where survivors of The Empire arrived?  But there we were unchallenged, only the fact that our numbers were so few kept us from achieving a true bloodline. Eventually our genes were absorbed by the native species.  But we survived in the spiritual form to raise a great society there, a society that understands that it is the nature of the superior to dominate.  They do not live by your perverted opinion that the strong must protect the weak!"
The Ancient One's adversary attacked again, and for some time they exchanged more vicious blows.  Suddenly they both parted.  In perfect unison they dodged axes that had been thrown at them, caught them, and threw them back at their throwers.
   "Don't you understand," The Ancient One pleaded, "that a tyrannical society creates within itself the forces that will destroy it?  Look what we did to the Ashians!  It was the rebellion within them that actually destroyed them, not The Galactic Forces."
   "Because they were too weak," his adversary answered, "because they preferred to conquer by economic suppression than by force of arms.  They allowed their subjects to have the strength to overpower them.  This we would not allow."
   "No," The Ancient One agreed," that you couldn't allow."
   His adversary had not realized that The Ancient One had positioned him by Troy's great walls.  Suddenly The Ancient One flew in as if he was again going to exchange blows.  But he suddenly reached down, grabbed his adversary's feet, and flipped him up.  Taken off guard his adversary couldn't right himself before the back of his head came in contact with the jagged top of the wall.  His head was split open.   The silver steam began to pour out of it. The Ancient One's adversary burst into flames and was consumed.
   "Sometimes," The Ancient One muttered, "you use an adversary's own strength against him."
   A Trojan suddenly dashed forward and threw a javelin at The Ancient One.  The Ancient One ducked, caught it, turned as if he was going to throw it, but instead simply tossed it back onto the wall, shook his head, and flew off.  He saw Durga split her adversary from crotch to throat, then relieve her of her head.  He saw The Ax Man chasing the Trojans back through their gate. The Ancient One swooped down and landed before him.
   "That's enough!"  he snapped, "It's not yet time for the Greeks to enter Troy. The battle must go on for another two years yet, before the end comes.  Come on!  We've got to depart to a secluded place where Yahweh can send us to our final destination."
   "Awww!"  The Ax Man moaned, "We can't stay and have a little bit more fun?"
   "No!"  The Ancient One answered, "We're going to have a hard enough time keeping this little adventure out of the chroniclers' reports of these battles."
   Durga joined them. Amid the cheers of the Greeks they flew off. They settled on a mountain top and waited, but Yahweh did not appear.  "Could something else be wrong?"  Durga asked.
   "You'd think we'd know about it if it was!"  The Ancient One snapped.
   "Creos!"  a female voice cried, "I've got a little something to talk to you about!"
   A very beautiful and obviously very pregnant woman walked out of the mist towards them.  "Aphrodite!"  The Ancient One snapped, 'Been a while!"
   "Not that long," the goddess answered.  "I don't appreciate the little trick you played on me, I don't appreciate it at all!  Lose the bitch!  I want to talk!"