Heat flashed across the road, the beam transferring energy through the air rather than a plasma bottle. Hitting a solid target there was a mass discharge of thermal energy. Guts and meat flew every, char and bones incinerated and launched ash and wood splitters into a cloudy mist. Several long moments later the heir tugged on her mother and asked as dead pan as she could manage.
"Why did the fish stand deserve to die mom?" Once the smoke had started to clear, it was evident that some poor fish seller stall had been obliterated. Looking at the shocked owner who had fish bits hanging from pockets and dripping off his hair, the lady Dyne had at least a modicum of respect to blush slightly. Banishing it, she withdrew a few coins from her pouch and placed them in the fish sellers' hand before turning and walking away as if nothing occurred.
