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Keltie’s palms sweated as she accelerated again. The joystick handle, smooth and glossy, was suddenly a challenge to grip.
She neared top speed.
In the rearview mirror, a gigantic, stick-like mass formed in the middle of the darkness. It raised into the sky.
“It’s an arm,” she whispered.
She rolled the corsair just in time to avoid an impact with the huge, billowing arm.
Alistair and Charsworth gripped their seats.
“Watch out for the arms,” Keltie said into the communication line. “It’s attacking!”
The arm swung again, this time striking one of the other corsairs. The ship sparked and flipped out of flight, absorbed into the dark clouds.
Keltie looked away in disgust.
She hit top speed and the other corsairs fell into line with her. Together, they all broke the sound barrier.
