The compression hit Tyra from both sides simultaneously—not aimed at her body, aimed at her wrists. The magnetic fields converging from left and right, the compression force pressing her wrists inward toward each other, the specific targeting of the location that the chain required to be free.
She pulled the chains back before the compression could lock her wrists.
Retracting both chains simultaneously—the thirty-foot extensions collapsing back toward her wrists in an instant, the chain links folding into themselves, the blue-white glow pulling inward. Her wrists were free of the chains and free of the compression in the same motion—the retraction moving her wrists faster than the compression could track them, the magnetic field pressing on the space where her wrists had been rather than where they were.
She stepped back.
Created distance.
