“That's not very long,” one of them said.
“How do we get him to talk?”
They turned to look at me.
I sighed and closed my eyes. No more good cop. And the bad cops were gonna call my bluff on withstanding torture.
Chapter Thirty-Three
As I said, I expected to be tortured. I was, but not in a normal way. If you could call any type of torture normal. These were men of magic, not science. In addition to whatever spells they could cast as magic-users, they also had Tyasmoran Air Magic.
The first time they suffocated me, I thought I could handle it. But they were just testing my limits. The longer it went on, the more my brain screamed at me to give them what they wanted. I couldn't do that. And yet, I couldn't let this continue. I suppose all torture has a mental aspect to it, but this seemed especially so. I had to give in. Partially.
Funny that they never considered I might lie to them. Again, magic-users, not scientists. These weren't the saltiest fries in the bunch.
“All right! All right.” I panted, caught my breath, and glared at them. I lied to the spooks; I could lie to these assholes. They didn't know anything about Earth. I could make up whatever the fuck I wanted. Although, it would be easier to use a partial truth.
“They're called lasers.”
Technically, lasers could be used as weapons. I mean, there's no technical about it—they could. But I was going to go the laser gun route, taking it to the sci-fi extreme. What could these morons possibly do with that kind of information? And I didn't know much about lasers anyway. So, I'd be mostly talking out of my ass. It could all be crap.
Damn. Kas was right. We do have a fascination with excrement.
“Lasers?” Valen asked, but all of them drew closer.
“Yeah, lasers. I don't know how they work exactly. I only know that it's something to do with light.”
“Light?” Enor looked at the others, then back at me. “You're saying that humans created weapons from light?”
“It's specific light. Certain types of light can do damage, especially if you tweak it a bit. You know, like how the sun's light can hurt you.”
“No, we don't know that.”
“It hurts humans,” Valen murmured, his stare on me. “If they remain in intense sunlight too long, it reddens their skin.”
“Yup. There you go. Light waves harnessed into tubes.” I motioned at them as if I were pointing a magic wand. “When the light is discharged, it can go straight through a person.”
“Fascinating. What else?”
“What do you mean, what else? That's the weapon everyone uses. There is nothing else. I mean, there are weapons from our past, but I hardly think you'll be interested in catapults.”
“Catapults?”
“It's like a big bar with a weight at one end and a basket at the other. It's balanced on a base. You put something big and heavy in the basket, pull the other end back, and when you let go, the object goes flying.”
“Ah, yes. We have those. They don't work very well against Dragons. Those are more for laying siege to a city.”
“I don't suppose you need to hear about swords, then?”
“No.” Enor rolled his eyes.
“What about the greatest weapon on Earth? The one you mentioned?”
“Lasers, dude. I already told you. It all stems from lasers. Once they invented the first laser, it became the basis for every weapon.”
“Can your lasers kill a dragon?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “I mean, I assume so. We don't have Dragons, and I'm not a scientist. I told you—I don't know how this stuff works. But it can kill a planet, so I would think it could kill a Dragon.”
