He couldn't believe it. Alessa had gone out of her way to injure herself. On purpose. She was fucking insane. He grit his teeth and, just as he was about to fire off a few more bullets, he felt the gun pull away from his hand. Sam tried to cling to it at first, but the force behind it was too much for him to physically fight if he didn't want to be hurled across the room himself.
Sam let go. However, right after, he stretched his arm out and tried to bring it straight back in his direction with another brush of his telekinesis.