Using the Wretch as a ranged weapon

I flew to pursue, and someone in the group used their power while the others ran.

A beam, or a column of energy, transparent. It enveloped me, and my forward movement stopped when I was only a couple of feet from the group. I could fly side to side, and even slip out of the column of energy, but as it centered on me again, I couldn't fly toward the source.

That black-hole pressure in my arm made it feel like the muscles in my shoulder and forearm were being twisted up and wrenched into the wound. I pressed a hand against the approximate location of the bullet, and blood oozed between the fingers.

I flew straight down, Wretch out, and I hit the ground with all the strength I had. The person shooting the beam lost their footing, found it, and centered the beam on me again.

Even with the Wretch taking the impact, the vibration and the shift in position doubled the pain in my arm. For an instant, I wished I could pass out and be relieved of it.

***

I couldn't approach while the beam was locked on me, and I could feel other kinds of pressure mounting, like the head-rush from doing a handstand, but concentrated in my shoulder blades, back, buttocks, calves and feet.

I did as I'd done when Amy had pursued me, after the barbecue. I swung, and I let the Wretch hit the ground. Dirt and mud sprayed into the air and sprayed toward the cape with the beam.

The beam kept the stuff from flying into them, but it didn't stop the clumps and clods from arcing up and over the beam, landing on and around them.

For a moment, they were blinded and left stumbling back by the force of the mud slapping against them.

***

I grabbed her by the rubber between her breasts and lifted her up into the air. One-armed, I heaved her around and rammed her into the car's hood, hard enough to knock the sense out of her.

- Pitch 6.1