I'm in it for the superlatives and Kinnison's immense manliness.
Bolt after bolt of quasi-solid lightning struck and struck and struck again. Q-type helices bored, gouged and searingly bit. Rods and cones, planes and shears of incredibly condensed pure force, clawed, tore and ground in mad abandon. Torpedo after torpedo, charged to the very skin with duodec, loosed its horribly detonant cargo against flinching wall-shields in such numbers and with such violence as to fill all circumambient space with an atmosphere of almost planetary density.
[swooons]