the princess.
- I'm sorry, Flash, I'm finished.
- No, you're not. Get up.
Look, someone's coming.
Send him over. Hurry up.
It's no good, Flash.
I can't hold on.
Go on, get in.
Sleep well, you traitor.
We hang you in the morning.
- There's always hope.
- This is better.
I stole the key.
We need weapons to cross the swamp.
They're stored in the temple.
Want to climb up with me?
Hold on, Hawkman.
Nice confession. I commend you.
- Execute her.
- No. Too kind.
Aura will be banished to Frigia
after my wedding.
One year in a cavern of ice
will cool her blood.
And then, who knows?
Perhaps we'll marry her to someone
worthy of her treacherous nature.
- How can I express my gratitude?
- Easily. Get me Gordon and Barin.
With pleasure.
Hans, look!
- Hey Vultan!
- Not now.
You'll love this.
See what Brave Blue has caught.
Prince Vultan. Remember us?
Indeed I do, my lovely.
Call the Emperor.
Tell him I have prisoners.
- You wouldn't!
- Are you mad, Vultan?
You hate Ming. You're only waiting
for the moment to attack.
Yes, and Ming knows it, too.
By delivering you,
I allay his suspicions.
- I gain time.
- Our weapons are inferior.
Ming's not unbeatable.
He couldn't even kill Flash.
- Gordon's alive?
- In Arboria with Prince Barin.
I tell you, now is the time to strike.
- Where are the weapons?
- Feel one.
- Do you know where you are?
- Up the creek.
You've trespassed.
A stranger in this temple
must try the Wood Beast, or die...
That figures.
You came here of your own free will.
However. -
- Because of my word to Aura,
I swear by Arbor I'll not kill you...
Unless you beg me to.
The Beast lies somewhere
in the stump. Choose a passage.
No way.
- Coward.
- Let's do it.
Must be my lucky day.
You scared?
What would Aura think of you now?
Second down.
Your play.
No, yours.
- Are you sure these are the rules?
- They've just been changed.
Death is certain,
but only after tortured madness.
- How long?
- It depends on your strength.
Please, end it now.
Tricked you, Barin.
Back off!
One move and you're looking
for a new prince.
Leave him! He's mine.
I hunt him alone.
What the hell is going on?
This is one grave
you won't be returning from.
Vultan wants a word.
Excuse me for waking you. We scanned
a Hawkman patrol 400 Mongo miles east.
They have Gordon and Prince Barin.
- When do we reach Vultan's kingdom?
- Estimating sixteen.
Wake me when it's in sight.
- You'd sell us to Ming?
- Come on, Barin.
Do you expect mercy here? What
would you do if I were your captive?
Remind you of
Article 17 of Ming's Law:
"No prince of Mongo
shall be offered for ransom -
- without trial by combat."
Is there such an article?
What a damned nuisance.
- And... who do you choose to fight?
- Him.
This is a lunatic asylum.
- Where are we being taken now?
- Ssh, I'm calculating.
Time remaining before the moon crashes
on Earth. I'd say, roughly...
Fourteen hours, nine minutes
and twenty seconds.
And we haven't even found...
Flash!
Last time I saw you
I prayed it was a dream.
This time I pray it's not.
Are you okay? Me too.
- I've got some crazy stories to tell.
- Save them for our kids.
- Enough!
- Leave us alone! I just got engaged.
Let the combat begin! To the death.
Give me the remote control.
Come on!
He's tilting it.
Watch out!
- Present from Vultan.
- Brute! Give me that.
- Bastard!
- Flash!
Come on, finish him.
Flash! I love you.
But we only have 14 hours
to save the Earth.
How's that feel, Arborian?
If you kill me, promise to team up
with Vultan and fight Ming.
Goodbye, Barin.
- Take my hand.
- You've won, let him go.
That's it, Prince.
- What is this?
- Humanity.
Where you go, I follow.
Listen to me!
There is something finer
in this galaxy than Ming's law.
Rubbish!
Hawkmen, to your posts!
Agent Zarkov,
you will be liquidated for treachery.
Vultan!
Surrender the fugitives at once. -
- Or the Imperial Fleet will blast