Debris and dust coated everything, and Rok’s armor looked severely dented, especially around his head. Still he managed to say, “I…win…”
“Use your Maxim-um breath,” Liang whispered, and Maxim grinned as he realized that Rok was perfectly lined up. And though Maxim’s body was held by the psychic energy, Helmet’s cage wasn’t physical, and the villain hadn’t cut off his air or immobilized his lungs. Sucking in as much air as possible, Maxim blew, turning the hallway into a cyclone and lifting Rok from the floor. There was time enough to see the Helmet’s eyes go wide before the armored brute collided with him and both ended up in a heap at the end of the corridor, quite unconscious. The psi-energy containing Maxim promptly winked out.
“Well, not too shabby, if I do say so myself,” Liang said
