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twin stars and smashed through the main bridge of the
cruiser. It lit lantern bright. "And their crews are no match
for ours." "I agree with you there," Sisay replied.
Weatherlight surged with new speed toward the portal.
The engines roared their resolve. Karn, below, was
reworking the intake-exhaust ratios to maximize thrust.
Weatherlight shot from the gulf between the cruisers. A
whoop went up from the crew, followed by a second one,
even louder.
The port-side ship foundered and plunged from the sky.
It rolled massively over, its guns still firing. Webby mana
trails tangled about the shuddering vessel. Explosions
rocked it. The stern cracked away, propelled on red flame.

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The cruiser's main body shown in cross section. It tipped
on end, smashed to ground, and shattered like a rotten egg.
A third cheer erupted, cut short by a sudden explosion.
Weatherlight was still a thousand yards from the portal
when a black-mana bolt struck the starboard amidships. It
ate the rail and part of the gunwale and swept toward the
starboard ray cannon. Fewsteem, strapped there, shouted as
his gun blazed. Red energy punched through the center of
the black mass. It was not enough. Inky death spattered the
cannon and fell on Fewsteem. Metal hissed. Flesh turned to
rot and white ash. The gun belched green smoke and went
dark. Fewsteem was goneтАФnothing more than a pair of legs
beneath a puff of soot.
Without its counterpart, the remaining Phyrexian
cruiser was unloading its arsenal.
"Tahngarth, blast that cruiser!" Gerrard shouted. He
struggled to wrench his gun about, but its angle of fire
couldn't reach starboard aft.
"It's behind the wing!" Tahngarth shouted back.
Sisay initiated a series of swooping lunges. Ropy charges
of black-mana spent themselves in empty air beside and
behind the ship.
Crimson charges rushed out from the stern ray cannon.
Squee stood in its traces, blasting away. The pulses danced
erratically through the air. Many shots missed their mark.
Others batted down the cruiser's fire. Two rounds won
through the barrage and sank into the exhaust port of the
main engine.
The enormous craft hiccuped. It shuddered once. Its
attacks faltered.
In a sun-bright blaze, it exploded. Hunks of ship hurtled
outward, trailing fire. They raced toward Weatherlight at
twice her speed. Had she been in clear air, the shrapnel