The boy reached into the transparent energy fabric of the repulsor field—something that should
have been impossible—and literally wrenched out a blazing ball of energy, molding the mass of
writhing static between his hands as if it were made of modeling gel instead of highly charged
energy particles. Then he flung the blindingly bright ball at Tesla.
The Inquisitor whipped into a defensive position, erecting a barrier against the salvo. It seemed to
matter little; it still took him by storm, knocking him backward almost to the entrance of the
corridor. Only his own well-honed control of the Force kept him from tumbling out of control. He
jackknifed in the air and came at the boy again, this time with his lightsaber lit.

Tesla was ready when the second ball of repulsor energy came flying at him. He raised his
lightsaber to parry it—and was blown upward into the heights of the field tunnel in a flash of
searing crimson light. At a height of seven or eight meters, he collided with a ripple in the energy
barrier that deflected him downward again with just as much force. He came down on the gritty
duracrete surface face-first, only just gathering the presence of mind to wrap the Force around him
like a cocoon. It was all that kept him from breaking bones.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force: Chapter 5