Counters Trickster

Immediately, I felt something try to take hold of me, a line that connected me to both the Dauntless clone and another person, far off into the distance. It was trying to force me through a kind of rift in space, to swap my position with the clone’s, so that I could be absorbed, the way Miss Militia and Dauntless had been.

Trickster.

I took a brief second to turn narrowed eyes in the direction of origin, then reached out and took hold of him in much the way he’d been trying to take hold of me.

[You’re a thousand years too early to try that on me, boy.​]

“Tροψα.”

The pressure trying to move me disappeared, and so did Trickster, teleported to the spot where the heroes had been planning this battle, only about fifteen feet in the air. The scream he let out as he landed and his leg broke was, I hated to admit, incredibly satisfying.