Zarek sensed the danger just in time and rolled across the ground to dodge, but his movement inadvertently let go of the telekinetic grip holding back the spinning knives. The knives continued their arc, hurtling toward him with terrifying speed.
"Damn it," he growled through gritted teeth, still sliding across the dirt as the blades closed in fast.
At the last possible moment, he summoned every ounce of willpower, forcing his telekinesis back to halt the knives mere inches from his face.
He clenched his jaw in frustration.
His frustration disrupted his focus, weakening his telekinetic control and leaving him vulnerable.
That small window of opportunity was seized without hesitation. The spinning knives resumed its momentum, slicing deep into both of Zarek's arms, pinning him painfully to the ground.
"Ahhhh—!" he roared, agony ripping through his body.
The telekinetic energy pulsing through the blades intensified his wounds, blood pouring freely from the gashes.
