Isara pointed the gun at him.
Harry thrust a hand out.
Blue sparks flashed over Isara's body, causing her fist to clench up and bringing a screech of pain to her lips. When the shock passed, she instinctively dropped the pistol. “What was that?”
Harry felt his eyebrows rise. “Just the latest trick I've discovered,” he replied. “Not enough to incapacitate a Justice Keeper, but it's damn useful if I want to disarm one.”
Isara showed him pearly-white teeth, shaking her head as she seethed with impotent fury. “Arrogant fool,” she hissed. “Do you really think I need a gun to kill you?”
She broke into a mad dash toward him, then leaped and flew in a wide arc, ready to flatten him on her descent. Harry threw up both hands and raised a force-field that would block her impact.
To his surprise
