Travis' action was purely reflex. He swung the burner around, even as his mind gave a frantic No! To defend himself with automatic, knife, arrow - yes; but not this way. He huddled against the wall.
An instant earlier there had been a man there, a living, breathing man - one of his own species, if not of his own beliefs. Then because his own muscles had unconsciously obeyed warrior training, there was this. So easy - to deal death without really meaning to. The weapon in his hands was truly the devil gift they were right to fear. Such weapons were not to be put into the hands of men - any men - no matter how well intentioned.
(from The Defiant Agents by Andre Norton)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.
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