Finally Psii could feel what might be shoes. He threw his sparks up Clint's legs hoping to trip him, but he was too late. He sensed the discharge of some great power in the air before he heard it. It slammed past the net of his own telekinesis shield, which had only been made strong enough for insects and bats. There was no chance for him to block it. He instinctively jerked to the side, but in the wrong direction.

What should have taken his arm off hit his head instead. Magic blasted through his skull, splattering the wall yellow with his blood. All at once, his red and blue sparks disappeared before his body had time to slump to the ground. His ruined face smoked with the heat of magical discharge, and blood quickly pooled beneath his head.

The bats wisely retreated, and the more aggressive tracker jackers were, for the moment, ambling in confused circles.