The tubes in their hands belched brilliant tongues of flame in long streams, aimed at the writhing Threads that attempted to burrow in the ground.

Finally they threaded through a field of striking weapons-swords, clubs, and spears moving with random viciousness, nooses tightening, and metallic magic tubes belching fire, noise, and fragments.

The tube belched a puff of smoke and gave out a soft whump.

The destroyer raced onward, trailing wreckage and air, and her surviving missile tubes belched back at her massive foe.