Lyrian traitor.
Walt was breathing in shallow gasps. They would rush him in a minute. Willy, out of the saucer ship now, crouched only yards away, ready to spring. He feinted, and Walt flinched instinctively.
You can't displace from five of us!
Not and hold the shielding, traitor!
General Tibbets, in the doorway behind Walt, began firing at the mutants with a pistol.
Bob clutched at his chest and staggered. In an instant, the others were displaced and invulnerable.
Bob fell.
Reg went to his wounded companion, held him in displacement, healed him rapidly.
Bob coughed and shook his head and scrambled to his feet. He screamed his hate at the general.
The pistol clicked on an empty chamber.