He didn't hold. What was a compulsion to TWO wills completely in synch and working in tandem. For a moment, his legs felt like molasses, but he was still trying to break through the crowd and figure out where that thing had skittered off to. He could tell it was bad news.

And he WOULD have identified himself, but he was still gasping and trying to catch his breath from having it knocked out of him by the girl.

Electricity was his friend, typically, but that had been a LOT of electricity.