Crosses 30 feet

Forcefield on, forcefield opened up. I didn't move a muscle, but my hair stirred as the forcefield lunged forward, invisible, to cross the thirty feet between me and the end of the lab where Chris stood framed by monitors.

He moved, quicker than I would have expected. Taloned claws reached out as the forcefield bowled over tables, knocked syringes and papers to the floor, and closed the distance to Chris.

A taloned hand stabbed at the forcefield, catching it before it could catch him. Precise, strong, and sharp enough to pop it. Gone like a soap bubble. His long feathers blew in the resulting breeze that followed the sudden termination of those super-strength movements of forcefield hands through air.

He can see you. I looked at those black eyes with flecks of red and gold in them. The pupils were like a goat's, rectangular.

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