“Eeeek! What is it?” squealed Uhuna as Yo swept her from the path of a boulder-sized fist.

“That is to being the indescribable Yurt,” the pure thought being answered, skipping aside from a grasping arm ridged with razor-sharp shale edges. “Is to be monster created by uncute nuclear explosion and peasant hut.”

Trickshot distracted the behemoth with a screamer arrow, which it grabbed and ate. “Yeah, this guy just upped an’ vanished from the Safe just before that Hellraisers business,” the irritating archer remembered. He caught the stares of his teammates. “What, I can’t read briefing stuff sometimes?”

Hatman reached to his waist to find his Donar helmet. Nothing less was going to make a dent on the Yurt. “How did he get here, though? And what has he got to do with the crater? Or the rainbow flashes?”

CrazySugarFreakBoy! dodged aside so the Yurt’s blow landed instead into the rapidly-expanding Manga Shoggoth. The Yurt flicked the elder being goo off him like a dog shedding water.

“That’s the Yurt?” Uhuna gasped. “But you’ve beaten him before, right?”

“The first time NTU-150 came up with a device to suck his gamma radiation out of him,” CSFB! told her. “Another time the Librarian and Al B. pumped him with intelligence to take him down.”

“And guess who ain’t here now to geek the thing into submission,” Trickshot complained.

“Is not to be good to be fighting of Yurt here,” Yo suggested. “Is best were are to be leaving now.”

“The Yurt is a remarkable construction,” the Shoggoth admired. “But he does seem somewhat agitated.”

Trickshot fired a brace of smoke arrows to cover their retreat.

Hatman dragged on his rockets cap again and powered the team away through the jungle.

“Come back, puny humans!” a gravely voice echoed behind them. “Come back and be crushed by Yurt! Yurt is the dumbest one there is…”

• Head away from the Yurt to investigate north
• Go back to the Yurt for round two