[The blue magical energy meets the light, and the light crackles painfully around it, snapping back into the ground as if it were hurt. The ground seems to solidify as the light retreats.

Peter comes flying out of the sky, the light propelling him, and he lands--quite a good superhero landing, in his opinion--a couple yards away from Flynn. The four tendrils snap and crackle through the ground around him.]

Well, if you insist. Buddy.

[He sends a tendril of light towards Flynn.]