Neckal spoke: "The battle progresses."
Vorgan frowned. "Why or how can one so small defend himself against one of the Planet of Terror?"
"The Little Man is agile and the Terran is clumsy."
Lindoo nodded. "We may both curse and praise that. If the Terran were less clumsy, he might well be more difficult for Kregar."
"Toralen Ki also has mental amplification."
Kregar's hands opened and closed convulsively. Once they clutched at a space near his belt, but closed as though in futility—what he sought was not there. He reached forward, and only Neckal's quick action in turning Kregar around slightly prevented the Loard-vogh from clutching a delicate adjustment of the instrument through which Kregar worked.
Lindoo smiled. "It is written that a good big man will always conquer a good small man, my Lord of All."
"What lies between the Loard-vogh and the Planet of Terror?"
"Ten thousand light-leagues of space."
"A most dangerous spearhead—is it not?"