Sasha struggled to pick out where the two fighters were. She found she wanted to see her death coming. She wanted to face it. Her stomach clenched at the thought. She wasn’t ready to die. She really wasn’t. It seemed what she wanted didn’t count, though.
She thought she caught glimpses of movement. She tried to reach out with her talent, to sense the fighters, but either they were too small to pick up or she was too scared. Then the Panther’s weapons opened up and the occasional strike illuminated the lead fighter.
It seemed a long way off for the first few seconds, then it seemed to be screaming towards her. Despite her resolve she found herself screwing her eyes shut, curling into a ball in a ridiculous attempt to shield herself from the missile fire that was about to be unlea
