Tika took a single step into Delphi's chamber, his home, his throne room, where the tub he rested in was kept.

     Delphi sent dart-sized missiles at her from four different directions.

     Tika, so fast, so fast, aimed her pistols at two of the missiles and fired. 

     The missiles detonated in midair, taking out the two other missiles as they did.

     Tika curled into a ball as the resulting blast sent her flying. She hit the floor, the rolled backwards to, eventually, roll back to her feet.

     Delphi fired projectiles and laser beams at Tika from a dozen different angles.

     She dodged. She weaved. She contorted. She twisted. She leaped.

     Nothing that Delphi threw at Tika so much as grazed her.

     Fine, Deplhi thought. Here we go, then.

     From deep within his own mind, his own psyche, his own being, Delphi withdrew his strongest weapon. 

     A telepathic blast transformed into physical force.

     All the mental and physical and life force energy contained within a living, breathing computer the size of a house.

     Once he brought it up within himself, he found it hard to contain. Still, though, before release...

     He watched Tika raise an arm to point in Delphi's direction.

      And, on the wrist of that arm, the weapon Delphi feared more than any other.

     Perfect timing for me, for once, Delphi thought.

     He activated the magnet that attracted that rare metal contained within the weapon.

     The weapon ripped free from Tika's wrist to meet with the magnet directly overhead that attracted it.

     And now, Delphi thought.

​     Release.

CONTINUE