"You f**king Thought,"
'Psy-Kinesis, Don't Move!' my words rang out in the head of the assailant like a stone dropped into a calm pond, freezing and causing them to lock up.
'Unless spoken to, you will remain silent.' Following my first two-word order, I quickly spat out another seven, draining my PC further; however, it was a necessary precaution.
It was unknown how strong the opponent was, but the fact they froze with the simple two-word command and didn't require more effort was more than enough for me to understand they had a Low Intellect stat.
From the start, I ended up using a two-step process. My verbal speaking wasn't unwarranted; it served the singular purpose of achieving the one requirement of my Talent in the early ranks.
Eye contact.
