As it turned out, just like the ubiquitous lightsabers used by the Alliance across the way, the Empire's atomic light lances might have long since entered the public domain too.
That was only understandable. The Tirillo people had always believed they'd conquered the universe with lances, so naturally everyone knew how to wield a light lance.
And so, in the blink of an eye, Lady Hemisha, the Star-Seer, had already exchanged several moves with Duke Garibeyan. The path of her light lance was elusive, and she always managed to parry the duke's mighty, searing strikes by a hair's breadth, as if she'd foreseen the direction of his attacks.
The ceaselessly interweaving hum of the disintegration fields stabbed at everyone's eardrums, and even made the atmosphere on the bridge feel much heavier.
It looked like a clash between two schools, two philosophies. For now, they seemed evenly matched.
However, if there had truly been any experts present, they would have immediately seen that Lady Hemisha had already fallen behind.
Unfortunately, the true instigator of this battle—Lieutenant General Jaeger Sobek—was cowering behind his command chair with his hands over his head. Feeling the grating shriek of the force fields and the trembling air caused by the collision of two powerful psychic forces, he had no idea what to do.
Look, I disobeyed an order, sure, but you never said whose order it was. Couldn't you try persuading me a little more? If you threatened and bribed me some more, maybe I'd give in.
Why did you have to jump straight to violence?
And if you were going to resort to violence, couldn't you have just taken me down, knocked me out, or stunned me? Why go straight for my head with a blade?
How did things get to this point? How could