At that, the baldies rumbled and jeered and shook their weapons in the air.
"Satan Lincoln must be destroyed!" said Byzantine. "And I am just the man to cut him down to size!" He spun and pumped his fists in the air for his cheering followers. "I will prove to you that my divine light will ever overcome the agents of darkness!"
"Mr. Lincoln, watch--," said the female, but she was too late.
Byzantine whirled and unleashed a blast of force from his fingertips. It slammed into my face like a fist, hitting me on the bridge of the nose.
Stunned, I stumbled a step backward. The silver spire rocked wildly on my palm, and I grabbed it with my other hand and held it tight.
Byzantine laughed and pressed forward, firing another blast. "Do you see what happens when true goodness rises up ag
