“Jack! Orc!” Edilio shouted over the sound of his own gun.

  A wooden telephone pole, thirty feet long, trailing telephone lines, flew like a javelin. Gaia ducked and the blunt end missed her, but as the pole flew, it dropped and caught her shoulder, slamming her hard around.

  She pushed the pole away and it rattled onto the road, rolled a few feet, and stopped.

Light, Chapter 21