One psychic was down, and Tamoya was free.
Nic was still in the air.
-So, you control anything solid?
The shadow of the unfrozen psychic changed form, although he didn't notice it. A finger tapped him on his shoulder.
Instinctively, he turned around, meeting a fist. The ghostly form of the Gengar's hand had hardened into a Focus Punch. His nose bled with a sickening crunch, and he fell forward.
Nic fell to the ground, bending his feet to take the impact.
One of those psychics were frozen, while the other was out cold.
Nic walked over, as his Crobat descended and made a small cut in each of them. He injected a neurotoxin.
-This should keep them still for a while. When they wake up, we can question them.