SPARTA
"Do you think they understood?" Martin asked Helen as they walked along the path taking them to the landing pad. He carried his helmet under his arm, an aviator's kit bag tossed over his shoulder. The P190 was strapped to his back in its usual place, his Nehtes secured on his thigh.
Helen nodded. "I believe you made it quite simple for them to understand." She said with a smile.
"What did he hit me with Helen?" Martin asked.
"Sire, you must understand, Veldruk is the most powerful telepath that has ever existed." Helen replied. "The only individual who was an equal was your grandfather King Resumar. Veldruk used what is called a psychicbolt, a concentrated burst of energy from his mind. It is a form of telekinesis, but much more powerful in nature. That you were able to shrug it off as you did and then respond in kind to him… well…"
Martin looked at her as they walked. "What?"
