In spite of himself, Haral felt the clutch of fear.
Overhead, the projector banks were tracking. The lightning was a blinding, continuous flash.
"Is it power you want?" screamed Xaymar madly. "I'll show you power, blue warrior!"
Her hand darted out and pressed a button.
The heavens exploded.
Desperately, Haral kept his eyes on the raider fleet. Through the blaze and glare, he saw great, jagged bolts spear down upon it. Some ships were split, some torn asunder. A hundred smashed themselves to atoms on the cruel crags of the mountains.
Others simply disappeared in mid-air.
In ten seconds not one was left still in the sky.
Haral sagged limp against an upright.
How many battles had he seen across the void? How many ships gone down in blood and flame?