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"Aye."
"Sisay, we need perfect flying. No collisions and straight
through the portal."
"I'll fling us through. You clear the way and shut the
door behind us."
"Right. Tahngarth, Dabis, HannaтАФwe'll have just one
chance at this."
"Don't worry. I'm pissed," Hanna said. She clung to the
starboard amidships cannon, pivoting it fore.
"Just hold on. You're not strapped."
"Can't get rid of me that easily," she said, flashing him a
grin.
He returned the look. "Here we go!"
Weatherlight blazed across Rath like a shooting star.
Her engines lit the sagittal crests of the troops that
crowded the land behind. Her ray cannons flung blazing
light at the stacks of hovering ships ahead. Red plasma
spattered arsenals, punched its way through engine walls,
ripped open carapace hulls, slew the slayers on the
threshold of the world.
Gerrard's cannon barked. Scarlet energy shot in a long
column outward. It struck the rear stabilizers of a ram-ship
dead ahead. The heavy craft pitched forward, driven over
by the cannon fire. The ram head cracked into a troop ship


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below. The two halves of the troop ship split. Phyrexians
spilled out like pepper from a mill. Weatherlight rocketed
through the vacated space.
Tahngarth meanwhile lined up a shot, his bullish
nostrils snorting. He fired. Red-hot energy pounded the aft
of a command cruiser. The blast ripped free the flying
bridge of the craft. It toppled aside, taking its controls and
staff with it. The rest of the ship began to yaw slowly like a
falling maple seed.
"Bull's-eye!" Gerrard shouted to him.
The minotaur squinted and rumbled, "Don't get cute."
Weatherlight cleared the spinning wreck. The portal ship
appeared beyond, just visible through the waiting armada.
The first two cruisers were making their leisurely way
through.
"Save your shots!" Gerrard called. "Time this right."
In moments, they were in range.
"Aim.... Fire!"
Six of the seven ray cannons could bear on the portal
ship, and they all discharged. The racing blasts seemed red
spokes on a vast wagon wheel. Each one soared unerringly