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My pure power. It had flared up on the odd occasion, and I’d briefly experienced some insane precision and skill in whatever I was doing at the time.
But I’d never focused on it solely, on that incredible energy that welled up inside me.
“Do you think you can try focusing on it? Feel it come to life inside you,” he guided me.
I nodded, and he released my shoulders and took a step back.
I fought the urge to pout at the loss of physical touch.
Instead, I closed my eyes and tried to draw forth that energy I’d felt. I focused on my breathing, slowing it down as I delved inside myself.
Every time it had flared, it was normally when I’d gotten shocked or had slowed my breathing and really strained to achieve what it was I was doing.
Surely I could recreate that effect.
I let my body relax as I focused, imagining that same calming power overcoming me.
Minutes ticked by, but Jack was silent as he allowed me the time I needed.
I wasn’t sure how long it took, but with all of my focus, I felt the flutter of the energy rise up inside me.
My eyes shot open as Jack launched at me, snarling as he raised a fist to punch me.
I fell down into a crouch immediately, quicker than any movements I’d ever done.
I shot my foot out, sweeping his feet from under him with ease and a swiftness that caught him off guard.
My breathing stayed perfectly calm and even as I spun and slammed my sneaker into his chest.
I felt the power surge from me, and then heard the cracking of bones as Jack rocketed backward with insane force.
He slammed into the wooden barricade that blocked off the training area from the mansion, pulverizing it with his body as he smashed a hole right through it.
The power seeped out of me as I covered my mouth, utterly shocked as I spied Jack on the ground through the gaping hole in the barricade.
He groaned and coughed, and my feet were moving before I could even think.
I collapsed down beside him, gasping as I watched his face twist in pain as his chest heaved.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I cried as I looked to the mansion for help.
“Don’t… be,” he sputtered, one eye opening to glance at me.
I covered my mouth as tears welled in my eyes.
I needed to get him help.
But my eyes were now glued to his bare chest.
Where the bones were shifting beneath his skin, cracking back into place as he coughed up blood.
“You pack one hell of a kick,” he groaned as he managed a pained smirk.
“What… are you… healing?” I murmured, transfixed by the way his body seemed to be repairing itself from the harsh blow.
“We heal fast,” he said through gritted teeth.
I just stared, the minutes dragging by as his body sorted itself out.
