A large, pale man with a thick mustache towered over her, drawing his belt knife. His breath stank of whiskey.
Her hand flew out toward him, tossing another pinch of black pepper powder, and with the Force-Source in her ring, she propelled it right into his face. The man sneezed, dropping his weapon and covering his face with both hands.
She turned to her right just in time to see a lanky fellow with hollow cheeks and ropey arms coming her way. He was bent double, charging like a bull.
Desa jumped, using her Gravity-Sink for extra height, and rolled like a log over his back. She made a large splash as she dropped back into the water. When she looked up, a brute with a scraggly beard stood right in front of her.
He threw a punch.
Ducking low, Desa let his fist pass over her head. She s
