Trey meanwhile had whipped out his polished wooden walking stick. Among other nasty little surprises, the cane also powered up as a stun baton. He parried a sword thrust, then brought the stick up into his opponent’s crotch and triggered the stun charge. Visible electric current sizzled blue-white veins through the air. The elf went down like he’d been poleaxed. Trey moved on, gripping his cape in one hand. He hadn’t been born to street-fighting, but he had a natural aptitude.