Written in the style of Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir:

The gunman turned and ran straight into the pulse-field, where he dropped to the ground, wracked by spasms coursing through his body. He contorted awfully; his skin rippling, he flailed like an electrified marionette. His throat made a hollow gasping noise that made Olivia think he was having a stroke, though it subsided once they deactivated the pulse-field. Evelyn was upon him in an instant. With her knees pressed into his back, she wrenched his wrist around to cuff it, just as he rolled and knocked her back with his free hand. Again, he sprang up to flee, but was struck back down by a waiting Olivia, who slapped him across the cheek with her power-glove, casually as if swatting a fly.