Harry flung his hand out.
The force-field he loosed sank into the road and churned up large pieces of asphalt, spraying them at his oncoming foe. The ziarogat stumbled backward, raising a hand to shield himself as rocks pelted his body.
Harry wasn't done.
Thrusting his hand out, he loosed another force-field, this one a rippling wall of energy that flew in a straight line and hit the dazed ziarogat. The other man fell flat on his ass, twitching on impact.
Another force-field, Harry thought. Flatten him. Crush the life out of him. But no. He wasn't a killer, no matter what anyone else demanded of him. It was an option, but he would rather come up with another strategy. Another strategy? If you let that thing get up, it's gonna kill your friends.
An idea came to him in a sudden flash of
