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Phyrexian stronghold from which they could control the
seas and the outer isles of Urborg.
"Not if I can help it," Gerrard said beneath his breath.
"Battle stations!" he called through the tube. "Signal the
fleet. We're taking back the island."
Tahngarth stood in the gunnery traces and peered down
at the swamps rattling past below. "We'd better take out
their artillery before it gets runningтАФ"
His words were cut short by a black stream of energy
that erupted through the cypresses. It vaulted up toward
Weatherlight, growing all the while.
"Evasive!" Gerrard called.
Weatherlight folded her airfoils and knifed down
laterally above the trees. The black-mana bolt slid away to
one side. Weatherlight's wings spread to grab the air, and
her engines blazed. Her serrated keel sliced the uppermost
boughs as she shot out above the island.
"Too late!" Tahngarth growled. "They've got their
guns."
"And we've got ours," Gerrard replied through gritted
teeth.
His cannon howled as it unleashed its round. The
charge whirled a moment among white boles and crashed
into a black-mana bombard. Plasma laved the gun chassis.
It penetrated the energy stores. The bombard burst. It
dissolved into a swelling sphere of fire. Energy pulverized
the Phyrexian gunners. It destroyed trees nearby and
cracked the very air.
"That's the way!" Gerrard whooped. "Keep us low and
fast, SisayтАФat the treetops. They won't know where we are
until we're on top of them."
Sisay didn't answer except by steering the ship along a
low ridge above the swamps.


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Atop the ridge, Phyrexian cannons turned a bead on
Weatherlight.
Tahngarth's gun cackled. The shot struck the first
cannon. It melted like a candle. Red metal spattered
Phyrexian crews and destroyed the second gun. The third
got off a shot. Crimson force rose from the steaming barrel.
Growling, Tahngarth swept the air with answering fire.
It caught the other blast like a net catching fish.
Weatherlight roared out over the gun.
Tahngarth pivoted to bring his cannon to bear, but the
target slid to stern. Another bolt rose after the ship.
"Look sharp, Squee!" Tahngarth shouted into the