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All three ships, _Resplendent Quetzal_ in the middle, arrayed
side-by-side diagonally in the panel. They are smashing each other
literally to bits. Dust and debris fill the space between them and to
a lesser extent, all around them.

Should the question arise, debris can escape a #-field without
disintegrating, where the latter is somewhat attenuated by contact
with another #-field, or where it has been momentarily weakened by a
projectible thrust, coming either from the inside or the outside of
the field.

We are looking over Bretta's shoulder as she watches from some
distance, helpless to do anything else.

Narrative: 'Now the battle was joined, for true.'