[A sharp blast of air, sharp and concussive, blows them back several paces. They stagger but catch their trajectory with one hand braced against the ground. It knocks them off balance. They sway on the spot. Wrench themself upright. It's an immaterial, brief gust of an act. It won't hold them back for long.]
[The slightest hesitation marks disloyalty. The slightest disloyalty marks the need for further processing.]
[And they won't be the one processed, should they fail.]
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[It doesn't matter if it's a lie. It doesn't matter what it is this thing, this recreation, can show them. They know what happens if they hesitate. They know they'll get what's coming to them, if they dare.]
no subject
[The slightest hesitation marks disloyalty. The slightest disloyalty marks the need for further processing.]
[And they won't be the one processed, should they fail.]
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[It doesn't matter if it's a lie. It doesn't matter what it is this thing, this recreation, can show them. They know what happens if they hesitate. They know they'll get what's coming to them, if they dare.]
[Another blaze of red.]
[They are not aiming for the capture.]