Deflects baton strike

I only got about ten feet before he caught my shin with the bottom end of the shield, repelled me, and forced us apart. He swung the glowing truncheon at me, but that was easy enough to avoid.

He fell. Short distance, but still a rough fall. His shield hit the ground and bounced out of his hand.

I went after it, catching the weapon and rolling, putting it between myself and the people in the group.

They weren't shooting. A short bit ago, it had been what, thirty people, one robot in construction, one obvious cape, and this guy, who was dressed up as a thrall security officer, hidden in the crowd.

Now it was practically overflowing, people pushing past others, storming over the fence.

Balk's artillery person hit the bulk of them.

Keeping the shield between that group and myself, I trusted Balk to handle it.

I focused on the teleporter, taking flight-

And I saw something not so dissimilar from the forest of legs I'd just flown into. A portal or a power at work, a blur of people in silhouette, with bright lights shining in the gaps.
Trying to get me to fly into and through it, teleporting me away.

I flew over, instead. He had the truncheon ready for a swing.

He hit the Wretch. The Wretch hit him. A single blow to pelvis or upper thigh, his legs went out from under him, and his head cracked against the ground.

- Dying 15.3