Hit by high-speed water

Capricorn's wall popped into being. Crenellated, styled, with ram-headed men in stoic, stern positions at set intervals along the wall's length. For the moment, the bottleneck on the real road was made small enough to only let small, regular cars through.

Trial was gunning for the wall now, evading Spright's harrying fly-bys.

*****

I gestured, as dramatically as I could, for Capricorn to get down, my arm sweeping from above my head to down and away.

He jumped off the wall at the same time Trial reached it. Trial unfolded from his wheel form, going high with the final 'kick' of the disassembling wheel, and his mechanism became clear- chains. Heavy chains with what looked like telekinetic control slammed into Tristan's wall and knocked a good chunk of it down like it was a sand castle.

He was still airborne as the chains came down toward other targets. Spright evaded, as did Shortcut. The remains of the wall couldn't. Chain snagged the remaining parts and flung them away. One chunk came toward me, with Flapper a short distance behind me. It became water in the air, and I was sprayed by what felt like a shower of ice-cold needles, breaking my forcefield in the initial spray, the follow-up pricking my exposed skin, the liquid soaking my costume.

I would have preferred the big chunk of rock.

- Beacon 8.5