Der Grossmann.

[Shadow.Broker]

The first to fall was a Stiletto. Well, it didn't fall. It blew up. The resulting fireball was orange with blue tongues licking out towards the dark of space. It was rather backwards, getting hotter as it expanded before it died altogether. Stupid physics, or chemistry, or whatever! It blew up! That was it! He was getting distracted!

A Hawk exploded the next; the civilian fighter turned to confetti and showered the surrounding space with its guts. This one didn't explode, though. It just shattered. Distractions. Yet again with distractions. The space before his Valkyrie shimmered brightly as the green blots from the Hornvipers lanced into the hull of a Sabre. The enemy craft was bigger, more armored, but it was slower. What used to be armor was now a series of orange gobs of molten steel trailing from the hull of the ship.

A few of the bolts managed to puncture the soft heart of the superior-craft, turning it into a space-borne bomb. The components scattered from the resulting explosion, tumbling into the cold embrace of space. Not a single member of the Military had died. One had been forced out of the battle due to the loss of its power conductors to the weapons. But the man was alive, nonetheless. This was a major victory for Rheinland. No one outside of the nation would know of this triumph, but it would be a triumph for the people itself.

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