He grabbed the arm and twisted. The man yelped, and Voln pulled him down into the fetid water, leaving him crumpled and soaking at the cyborg’s feet.

The last man’s knife traced an uncertain path through the air. Eventually he decided that the blade wasn’t nearly big enough compared to his would-be target and he ran for it.

Cerrekk focused on the mugger’s foot- his shoe went in one direction and he went in the other, expertly tripped up by the telekinetic’s psi. Voln looked at Cerrekk questioningly as the sneaker flew towards them.

“Doesn’t seem fair that he instigates it and then gets off scot-free,” said Cerrekk.

“Oh, I wasn’t saying it was a bad idea or anything,” Voln said. “I just wasn’t sure you tripped him up.”

Cerrekk snorted. “I’m sure footwear flies around all the time back home on Ucelsia."

“Just saying that maybe you should squint or shout when you do that stuff.”

“You mean something like ‘I’m grabbing his shoe, Voln’ or ‘must… concentrate… on… foot’?”

“It’d help,” Voln muttered.