Forcefield doesn't block Simurgh's telekinesis

Dinah was down one of the two hallways- I chose the closer one. A coin flip, to get a shot at victory that wasn't guaranteed. To-

I felt her grab me. There were twenty capes present, subdued by the Mathers Giant, and not a hair on them moved.

There were another twenty-five of us here. Twenty of them jerked, shifting posture, jumping, looking startled as they felt what I was feeling. All looked to be capes who hadn't been part of the fighting, though many might have been like Juliette and Chastity, capable of keeping their shit together and doing something to subdue the 'reds'- the capes and civilians who had been pushed over the edge by the Simurgh.

I could feel her grip, taking hold of my hood, the ends of the spikes at my shoulder, the ends of my coat. Parts of my outfit that weren't close enough to my skin to be considered an extension of me. I tried to fly and I couldn't. I could use my strength and try to tear free of my costume, but I couldn't get my hands to where I could grab it. My forcefield-

-couldn't. As she expanded around me, she started at my costume. Her own body blocked her ability to claw off my costume.

Open! I told her. Cocoon! Reach in-

Too late. The Simurgh flung me. Us. Everything. Directly away from her.

Flight let me reduce how fast I was flung, if only a bit. My forcefield reached out, fingernails scraping against the floor, hands reaching out for the wall. Hands reached into the open mouth, to cradle my head and neck, grab me.

It still felt like I imagined being in a car wreck would feel.

*****

I shook as I placed my feet on the ground, one leg wrapped from toe to knee to keep the tattered costume in place and to keep me sufficiently warm outdoors. I ached in more places than I could count, and the cushioning of the forcefield hands might have kept me from snapping my neck or getting whiplash, but I knew I'd have some awful bruises if I lived to see tomorrow.

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