"Ugghh… This is really not my specialty…" Mara groaned, her brows furrowed as she held up the falling crates in the air.
"Mara?" I gasped.
"Unngghh… Ask later… Deal with them first," The doctor gasped, right before she pushed her hands forward.
The crates that had frozen in the air got sent flying back, confirming my suspicions that she was indeed a Psionic.
Mara huffed, "Damn it… I wasn't expecting myself to be revealed like that… Screw it…"
I was about to ask her what she meant when she raised her hands and several of the crates rose up into the air.
She then flung her arms forward and the floating crates smashed against several of the smugglers, flattening them into the ground.
One of the smugglers popped out to shoot at Mara, his ballistic rifle firing several shots aimed at her chest.
