“Why don’t you use some of those awful copper shells? Or aren’t we close enough yet?” Dorothy’s low voice came clearly, so utterly silent was that frightful combat. “Close! We’re still better than two hundred thousand light-years apart! There may have been longer range battles than this somewhere in the Universe, but I doubt it. And as for copper, even if we could get it to ’em it’d be just like so many candy kisses compared to the stuff we’re both using. Dear girl, there are fields of force extending for thousands…
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