btfo

The blade came to a halt when it struck my forearm—or rather, when it struck the Psychokinetic shell that hovered just above my skin. I held him off for a moment, still upside-down, and forced his blade away with my physical and mental strength, just so everyone could see that I could. Then, I opened my eyes again to meet Desher’s and allowed my smile to widen.

“Is this some kind of ‘speak with our fists’ thing?” I asked. “Because I’m game. Let me see…ah, got it.”

I lifted a hand and reached out towards him—and with a pushing gesture, smashed him with a blast of Psychokinetic force. Several of our classmates screamed and threw themselves out of the way as he cut through tables like a buzz saw, but I hit him hard enough that he wasn’t near any of them for more them a moment. He slammed through the wall of the hall, his own dissolving it to the point that it could do nothing to slow his flight, nor could the next or the one after that. Between us, he flew straight to the opposite side of Haven before he could wrangle his power back under control and smash into something the old fashioned way—and when he did, he came to a halt in a decent sized crater.