[ It’s chaos in the streets as the anomalous beast rampages through them, citizens screaming and fleeing in every direction to get away from it. Cal is doing his best to help, scooping up a crying child and shoving them into their father’s arms, hauling a woman who tripped back up to her feet so she can keep running.

But the beast is catching up quickly, closing in on one unfortunate bystander and preparing to strike. On instinct, Cal extends his hand in front of him and reaches for the Force—to those that are able to sense life energy (or mana or what-have-you), it’ll feel like he’s brimming with it, manipulating it in some way—using it to stop the beast in its tracks, as if it’s frozen in time while the rest of the world moves around it.

Almost frozen, anyway. Look closely, and the beast isn’t actually in stasis. It’s just moving very, very, very slowly.

Cal shouts at the bystander, his voice strained with the effort of holding the Force slow: ] Go! Run!