Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20161228202011/@comment-26444332-20170102021914

The captain stands and receives the blade, while the third Aetanii pulls a cushion out from a sliding panel.

'Watch.' the Rakshasa says, and the Aetanii with the pistol fires at the captain, who, faster than the Terran eye can see, brings up the rapidly activated blade and deflects the plasma bolt into the waiting cushion.