Tyos revved his craft alongside. For an instant he glared at Gethyon, the hate-filled expression demonic by moonlight, before a bright flash exploded between them and Tyos fell away. Gethyon darted a glance back, saw the craft blazing before it struck the water and threw its rider out into the sea. Had it been that badly damaged? The flash had looked like a weapon blast, but who would shoot Tyos down? Or had they been aiming at him?
Gethyon focused ahead and accelerated to top speed. I’m not waiting to find out either way.
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