"They're... leaving just like that?"
Everyone stared as the Pyrathi flew away.
"I thought the Pyrathi had terrible tempers. How did you scare them off with a few words?" Abyron looked completely baffled.
He had been ready to fight to the death, only for Miles to send them running without throwing a single punch. It didn't feel real.
"Nice bluff, Miles," Maxwell said approvingly.
Miles shook his head. "I wouldn't call it a bluff. New Atlas isn't defenseless. Those twenty thousand Tier 35 guards are real, and so is the peak Tier 47 fighter. I just... let them fill in the blanks."
"Hah! Whatever you call it, you scared them away with a few sentences." Chris grinned mischievously. "That's our resident genius for you. Deputy Commander by day, guard captain when the situation calls for it. Very versatile."
"..."
Miles looked at him. "Do you still want that spatial storage ring?"
