[Funkduder]

"I was only taught by the best the east could offer, servant of Sheol." Michael said to him grinning. He looked up at the ceiling of the warehouse-like library.
"If there are lamps up above, there must be some sort of generator nearby. That means power and parts."
"I'll be right back," Michael said to the group, heading outside of the building. The building seemed pretty big on the inside for its size on the outside, although he couldn't tell in an exact measurement due to the growing sandstorm.
"Perhaps I should try out that shielding move now, Michael thought as the sand began to get in his eyes. He extended his hand out in front of him, like in the book and the sand immediatly stopped blowing towards him bouncing away from him as though hitting a windshield. While extending his psychic powers, he realized he was vulnrable to psychic attacks, as his mind was left open to the remaining psychics. He quickly stopped and returned to focusing on his mental block, forcing himself to deal with the sandy weather while he tried to find the generator.
"The young psychic has a overly curious mind. If I'm not careful, that'll be her downfall."