Crime Punchers, Issue 1: Atlantis Rising

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He shrugged, he was pretty much useless while flying anyway, it took both his mind hands just to keep him up, stable, and moving. A terrible waste of hisCLANK! He ducked reflexively even though it was a second late as he stared around at what had just happened, watching as the Sergent shot out the side at whatever was trying to kill them this time, barking out the order that if they could fly they should get out or shoot if you could do that.

He could do neither.

"Gonna try my own approach on this one sarge. Hope you don't mind."

He leaned over the side looking to the coming missiles and readied his mind hands, growing them till they were big enough that throwing the psychic mandibles in a flurry of punches to the obnoxious crab subs and their artillery would be a good idea and started swinging.