The yellow dodged quickly -- clearly speed was one of his specialties too, and he whipped out a tendril of light in the direction of his ankle, hoping to yank him to a sudden stop and slam him against the floor.

"Yes, come to me children."

Another tendril whipped out around Dipper's ankle now that he'd freed himself from the rock crusher, and he slammed him against a metal railing.

"Try to fight. It's always so much better when you fight."