Ness lowered his hand. He was trembling, his nose bleeding from the strain of focusing PSI in this alien place. He held the broken remains of his bat like a spear.
Zetterburn slammed into it. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the mud. The lion roared, claws scrabbling against the psychic barrier, his heat so intense that the air inside Ness’s shield grew sticky and hot. Sweat beaded on Ness’s forehead. rivals of aether ness
Zetterburn stumbled forward, off-balance for a heartbeat. It was all Ness needed. He didn’t think. He acted . A lifetime of batting practice and fighting possessed moles took over. He swung the Louisville Slugger not at Zetterburn’s head, but at his front paws. Ness lowered his hand
"Fragile!" Zetterburn snarled, raking his claws across the shield. Green sparks flew. "Just like all your kind!" Zetterburn slammed into it
The psychic cryo-blast erupted from his forehead, a needle-thin lance of absolute zero. It wasn't the wide, powerful blizzard he used on Starmen. It was a surgical strike, honed by desperation.
"PK... Freeze."