Chapter Four: First Battle at Starsea

"Understood," Leon said. "No high-energy protocols." Harren relaxed by half a breath. The next second, Rafe moved. White fire burst from the six thrusters on the Vanguard-S. The thirty-six-meter machine crossed half the arena like an arrow loosed from a bow. Its spear aimed straight for Astra-X's chest core. The line was clean, sharp, and free of waste. Someone in the stands gasped. "Fast." "Calder's opening thrust is almost combat grade." Leon did not retreat. Astra-X shifted half a step to the left. Half a step. The spear scraped past the chest armor, throwing blue-white sparks across deep silver plating. Before Rafe could draw back, Astra-X's right hand closed around the shaft and twisted. The training spear bent like a bow.