[Meep. The merest flick from Alexander's finger is enough to send Lucas flying over the nearest housetop and crashing into a copse of pines.
Or at least, this is what happens in his imagination. In reality, he flies backward several feet to land stunned on his back, more from the force than anything. Lucas doesn't seem especially pained, either way, though he thought he had felt a few ribs crack.]
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Or at least, this is what happens in his imagination. In reality, he flies backward several feet to land stunned on his back, more from the force than anything. Lucas doesn't seem especially pained, either way, though he thought he had felt a few ribs crack.]
Um. Good.