vs Tripp

“Goddamned Japanese junk!” Tripp snarled.
Which… said so much about him.
I caught him by the back of his sports jacket and half-threw him onto the hood of his car, letting the veil fade out as I did, so that as he whirled with a cry, I emerged from a blur of shadowy color, looming over him.
He went for his revolver.
I slammed my staff onto the street, and an effort of will caused the runes along its length to blaze with green-gold power. I pointed my finger again and snarled, “Forzare!” Invisible force struck against his gun hand and sent the revolver tumbling out of his grasp and into the street.
He tried to get his feet back to the ground, and I kicked him lightly in the chest, pushing him back onto the car’s hood. I lifted my right hand into a claw shape, directed my will, and hissed, “Infusiarus!”

The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 5, Page 25-26


I hooked a hand into the collar of Tripp’s jacket and half-flung him onto the Munstermobile’s hood. He flew onto it with a yelp, most of his weight transferring to his chest and stomach. I glanced around. The street was too busy for me to get away with that kind of thing without someone calling the authorities, so I had to be quick.
“How about I give you a ride back to your car?” I asked him brightly.
“Fuck you!” Tripp responded, with his typical brilliance. He tried to push himself off my car, his face pale and panicked. “I don’t need a ride.”
“No, no trouble at all,” I told him, slapping a comradely arm around his shoulders as he rose. “You can sit right there with me while I start it.”
“Get off me!” Tripp all but shrieked, and he tried to writhe out of my grip.
I crunched my grip down on his shoulders. I’m not superhumanly strong—but I am pretty much as strong as humans get, thanks to the various deals I’ve made. Tripp was in good shape—but he just didn’t have the power he’d need to get away from me unless he got violent first. I held him fast and frog-marched him toward the passenger door.
“Okay, okay!” he said. “I paid a guy!”
I tossed Tripp into the passenger door with a snarl, hard enough to bruise. “Idiot,” I snarled. “This is a public street. You have any idea how much attention a car bomb will attract here? How many people could get hurt!? What’s your man using as his trigger?”

The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 12, Page 80-81