Telekinesis caught one at the elbow, deflecting it enough to change the angle without stopping the force entirely. Knashii handled the other, the blade catching the duke's wrist in a redirecting parry that sent the strike scraping past Jolthar's shoulder, close enough that the displacement of malice-laden air stung his cheek.
He was inside the duke's guard now, too close for its reach advantage to matter.
His free hand pressed flat against the duke's chest.
The telekinetic force fired point-blank.
The force that came out of that contact wasn't the directional push of his normal telekinetic work — it was compression released all at once, like a shaped charge detonated against the surface of something immovable.
