"Wait, you're a Chosen Champion, for crying out loud! How can you be the sort who fights dirty?" Count Tattie looked up, conveying the thought with his eyes. But since he hadn't lifted his helmet, the other man couldn't see his expression.
Since his opponent hadn't directly objected, Yu Lian decided he must have agreed. So Yu Lian's hand showed not the slightest hesitation as he thrust the dawn-colored blade straight at the Aeldari who was still locked in a grapple and had no chance to fight back. The elf had no way to dodge; he only managed to shift his stance with some difficulty, and his feet planted firmly on the ground blurred all the way up to his back.
The sweep of the atomic lance had indeed struck nothing but an empty illusion. If Yu Lian had been facing an ordinary Starrealm Knight, the attack might have been nothing more than a miss. But the energy waves coating the atomic lance suddenly burst outward, creating a powerful field detonation. The Past Lord's figure wavered visibly on the spot.
And Count Tattie, still grappling with his opponent, wasn't about to let the opportunity pass. Without hesitation, he freed one hand and punched the Past Lord in the chest. The flash of light that coalesced around the knight commander's fist in that instant was almost enough to blind Yu Lian outright.
He reckoned that if he hadn't been quick to avert his eyes, he might have been blinded. He couldn't feel any heat from the brilliant light, but his psychic sixth sense clearly registered an immense sense of danger.
The Imperial Fist of the Holy Galactic Empire was an extremely widespread psychic martial art. Dojos and training classes could be found all over the universe. It united thought and spirit,