Elemental Force.

Granite walked back to the large tent he used as a residence. There waiting for him were four other warriors, two of them female.
“Is Rockmire going to fight you?” asked the Yellow Tribe Adami with the pony tail. Mitsu Ryu was wearing all blue and carried a samurai sword on his left hip.
“Yeah, he will fight. Don’t try to help me; I want to beat him down myself.”
“Amethyst?” Mitsu asked.
“She won’t interfere.”
“What of Starbright? We will have to tangle with him sometime,” said Firefly the red Coleopterx in a hissing tone. His insect archetype had real difficulty even with Ersatz, the interstellar pidgin of the Ring of Stars, so he spoke scratchy Common through a translator attached to his vocal membrane.
“He won’t interfere either – not this time.”
“We wait until the master tells us to face him; thenwe strike.” Mitsu was leader of the group.
“You just want to have a Blademaster match with the fellow.” The blonde White Tribe female was teasing him; her name was Barbra, but they called her Ghost as she always wore white.
“I do,” said Mitsu, “but that would be no laughing matter, even given his relative youth. With his kind of luck, he almost doesn’t need skill – and he already has plenty of skill.”
“Well, so do you. I want to be around when you take him on. Imagine: the defeat and death of a living legend.”
“Kinda makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don’t it?” said Granite sourly. “But we’re all going to be needed against thatone. He hasn’t just beaten Rockmire, remember – and his brains are stronger than his brawn.”
“And he has learned a few new tricks,” Mitsu pointed out. “Normally, not even hecould draw a straight sword faster than I could draw my curved sword, starting from the hip; but he can now summon his Starblade by oral command from its scabbard on his back.”
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