“You may choose a single man before you to meet you and your cohort in combat. If you can defeat him, you will be free. But any man among you that...attempts to flee before the battle is done will be killed instantly.”“Then I choose YOU!” screamed Xochipilli. “Kill him! Kill the king! Archers!” Forty secreted archers rose from their hiding places with arrows knocked and fired. None fired a second time as the twenty warriors of the king fired back. The cloud of arrows descended on the king. You'll either say nothing, or you'll tell me the truth." Matt turned around and faced her on the swing. "I guess you're hoping for the truth." Uh huh. You don't seem to be very good in the bullshit department." Uh Oh, naughty word. Shield your ears world. Anyway, I'll repeat what I said yesterday. I don't mind answering your questions, but I don't want to volunteer information." So, answer my question. Why don't you have a girlfriend at the moment?" Well, it's a long story. But with most girls. Just to make sure what he saw was actually there he went towards the damaged ship covered with astrorades drifting into space. There it was another kryptonian that looked just like him. But that's impossible, he thought Kara was the only one left. How was it possible that there as another like him.WIthout a second thought he clocked into a channel that only Bruce and Clark had access to. He waited a few minutes before hearing a familiar deep voice call out the name. "Clark?" Bruce are you. Here eight desks, arrayed in tworows of four each, as with the chairs in the classroom, sat in the middle ofthe room. Atop each chair was a complicated device which resembled a crossbetween a computer and a tape machine and a pair of heavily paddedheadphones, attached to which was a small microphone.The trainees were instructed to don the headphones. Michelle adjusted the armcarrying the microphone so that it was before his lips.The set up reminded Michelle of a language laboratory from high.