Bam!!
Bam!!
"Marcus, are you okay? You're hurting yourself," Amber started softly, moving toward me, while Dina stood behind, looking at me with interest.
The feelings of the women were obvious to me. Dina thought I was going crazy and was interested in where things were going, while Amber—though she thought the same—was also filled with fear.
"Unless you want to know what it feels like to be punched, return to the bed and silently watch me."
My words were simple and direct. They had Amber pause for a few seconds, but knowing what I would find with each release of my fist cracking and splintering the wood, Amber continued forward.
Bam!!
Now, it wasn't anything serious. Rather than inflicting damage, my blow to Amber's plexus—while carrying some potential to cause pain—focused more on transferring harmless momentum to her body and sending her soaring through the air. This advanced manipulation of energy was possible through the use of Psion.
