Hearing another voice, Jon turns. "Hey the..." he pauses, hearing blasts between the ships getting far too close - just in time to see a ray of light coming right at them.
There's a flash of blue, and he darts into the way - taking the shot, but being slammed back into the red sands, going skidding along, making a furrow as he goes.
"Ok, those things pack a punch."
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