> Lose control
This is not the time for this. This is the worst time for this. Still the stabbing pains thrumming through your skull aren’t letting themselves be ignored. You feel yourself lurch in the air, a few feet of lost altitude. Well damn. The air around you sparks and hisses with energy and you clutch at your head. This is why you hate using psionics for prolonged periods of time. More often than not you get a headache and then this happens.
Cetus shrieks. Damn, you’d hoped she’d be dead by now so you can land and curl up in a pathetic ball. Preferably where the wiggler can’t see. The denizen is oozing blood from between its scales and out its mouth. You’re hoping this is just a waiting game. You can feel the air getting hotter around you and your head feels like it wants to explode. You’d best get grounded though you don’t like the idea.
As you drop down the rest of the way to the dirt, you note the dot of purple dashing off. Oh great, at least your would-be puppet ruler is still breathing.