soft hit

“You know where this is going,” I continued quietly. “I strongly suggest you stay down and out of the way.”

Both of them flinched even before a pair of Psychokinetic blasts hurled them to opposite sides of the hall. I softened the blows until it was more like being hit by a pair of giant pillows, but it was still enough to make the hit the walls with a convincing crack and fall to the floor below.

At the same time that happened, my chair slide back and then flipped over the table behind it, rising in a high arc that stopped just short of colliding with Desher’s table. Seated upside-down in the air opposite him, I met his eyes.