When I moved my hand, still holding the uzi, he responded by moving his free arm, hiking up his jacket. I could see the handgun there. A beefy, overcompensation sort of gun, which didn’t really suit his average frame.

It seemed he respected the gun more than the person with powers. Stupid.

I collected the handgun. Kicking with one foot, I pushed one of his pant legs up, then the other.

Knife at the ankle. I kept the gun trained on him, released his wrist, and retrieved the knife. He didn’t resist as I stepped on his wrist once again. My hands were pretty full at this point.

“What else?” I asked.

“That’s it.”

Prodding with my toe, using flight to avoid putting too much weight on his wrist, I investigated his jacket. Something rattled.

“What’s here?”

“Cigarettes.”

“Remove them. Throw them aside. Slowly.”

He did. It was a large carton of cigarettes, but as it landed, there were needles with caps on inside, sitting at an angle.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Medical, really,” he said. “Helps with the headaches from my power.”

“Don’t leave stuff out,” I said, amping up my aura some more. I poked more with my toe, and found another weight at the vest pocket of his jacket.

“Phone,” he volunteered.

I kicked down, catching the phone between my heel and a rock. I heard something break. I did it again. I saw his expression change, a snarl.

I flew up and away from him, until I could see the surroundings. I spotted a hole in a tree, and put the weapons within.

He was on his feet by the time I got back to him. He backed away a step, then fell on his ass.

“Bikers. You’re on the Fallen’s side in this?”

He twisted up his face into a scowl so fierce that it looked like a pretty sure thing he wouldn’t open his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said.

I flew at him. He swung a punch my way, and I put my forcefield up. His arm was too far out to the side, and he didn’t even hit me hard enough to drop my defenses.

I moved right into his personal space, and the sour sweat smell of him made me wish I hadn’t. Seizing his belt buckle in one hand and his belt in the other, I flew.

He was heavy, as I dismissed my defenses. His arms were free and he could have swung a punch, but it would have done more harm to him than to me. Instead, faced with my aura and a very swift ascent, he grabbed onto the top edge of my breastplate for leverage.

We reached the treetops, where the branches were thinner. I roughly deposited him on something that looked reasonably sturdy and unreasonably high up. The impact of my setting him down helped to break his grip on me.