The telekinetic push sends Dylan flying - for a moment, it looks like he's going to slam into a tree - until the point he catches a branch, neatly performs a gymnastics routine of flips and swings, until he launches himself forward again, doing a perfect dismount, looking around to the combatants as if they might pull out scorecards to produce the expected 10's.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, beautiful. I have strict instructions to bring you in. Also, I'm way behind on the face time department, so I figured I'd introduce myself properly. I'd offer to escort you to the teleporters, but I haven't had a dramatic rapier duel with any of your other paramours yet, so it will have to wait."
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