Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION the backs of their brethren against the girls’ right wing and middle. These, however, were too disconcerted to make any decisive attack. In single combat the “gorillas’’ were more than a match for the girls; nevertheless, two or three of them went down when six or seven of the dagger-wielding Amazons ganged up on them. Even this did little to stave off the final rout of the girls. The left wing got their fill of being beaten up and turned to flee, and the right wing joined them. Gates in the sides of the Arena opened to let them out. But behind the “gorillas” other gates opened. And as a shout rocked the arena, hail- ing the victory of the under- dogs, a group of guards entered at the double. They fired into the “‘gorillas” and five went down before the bullets of the sub-machine guns. Then an officer shouted a command and the firing stopped. There was danger of hitting the bodies of the 28 twenty or so girls who sprawled all over the sand among dirty brown pools. From the first the “gorillas’’ had not resisted the guards; now they allowed themselves to be led away whilethecrowdstillapplauded. The Dianotrix spoke briefly into a microphone and com- manded the leaders of the “gorillas” to be brought up to her box. When the guards brought the leaders up, there was one giant creature among them and also one shorter, broad- shouldered fellow who seemed to have more authority. They were both bleeding from numerous small wounds, and the mask of the shorter one had been half torn from his face. At a sign from the Dianotrix the guards snatched away the other half. It was a shock but no surprise to see a face in which the features of Tiger mingled with those of Menilissa. It was the face of Mattis, Tiger’s son. He stood there facing with a scowl the dainty Alisoun, comclooks.comn