Xolani only remembered that he was standing in front of the desk the last moment. The next he could process, he was already on the ground, and the whole place was filled with pressure that was crashing down on his body. He was not at any means a very powerful descendant; this pressure, coupled with Zinigrid's actual weight and crushing grip on his neck, Xolani choked out blood from his mouth and nose.
The whole room was suddenly like a psychic storm had hit it. Everything was hovering midair and shuddering as if some force was trying to crush every item. The files and scrolls had been messed up, and the desk was basically overturned as they all floated.
Zinigrid's body, however, was full of gravity. He was pinning down Xolani with one hand on the neck and the other on the chest. Actually, he figured that from the dent he created, some ribs had already broken. Then again, no matter what it was, to Zinigrid; it was more of a mistake.
