"Deathstar it is," Lorna nodded, whipping both balls at the men below. The left one cracked one of the guys on the head with a loud snap, while Lorna was focusing her attention on the other, which between her throw and a jolt of magnetic thrust slammed through the damp wood of the rowboat floor and through the outer slats.
Water began pouring over the men's feet before they even noticed what hit them.