Felix had not been involved in a fist fight since he was nine years old, and one of the Keeper's older boys had decided the scrawny, skew-eyed redhead was ripe for pushing around. Even then, it hadn't really been a fight. Mostly, it had just been Felix getting punched in the stomach. These days, Felix possessed defenses far preferable to his fists.
After the stranger tackled a man who had been aiming for him, all Felix could see were the other two, apparently deciding that he was an easier target than the dark-haired scrapper. He didn't have time to worry or be afraid. He threw up one arm as if to defend himself--
-- and blinding pops of bright, greenish-tinged light exploded in the faces of all three attackers, blinding all vision for a few precious seconds. Unfortunately, Felix's would-be defender was right in the line of virtual fire, as well. Felix attempted to grab the back of his collar to drag him up and away.
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After the stranger tackled a man who had been aiming for him, all Felix could see were the other two, apparently deciding that he was an easier target than the dark-haired scrapper. He didn't have time to worry or be afraid. He threw up one arm as if to defend himself--
-- and blinding pops of bright, greenish-tinged light exploded in the faces of all three attackers, blinding all vision for a few precious seconds. Unfortunately, Felix's would-be defender was right in the line of virtual fire, as well. Felix attempted to grab the back of his collar to drag him up and away.