The possessed professor didn't even flinch even in the face of a hurled desk coming her way. She simply raised one delicate hand and the desk stopped dead in mid-air, inches from her face, held by an unseen power.
A menacing grin formed across her lips as if it to taunt Zaeryn for his failed attack.
With a quiet crackle of dark energy, the entire piece of furniture imploded, shattering into a thousand wooden splinters and twisted metal fragments that rained harmlessly onto the floor.
Zaeryn stared in shock. This was more powerful than he was capable of fighting and he didn't know what next. His defiance momentarily faded as the last of the desk clattered to the floor. The sheer, effortless power was terrifying. This wasn't a fight; it was an execution.
