Clashing fists with Moose

I used my flight, and rose up off the ground. He didn't react.

I flew at him, forcefield up, fist out.

He met my fist with his, moving faster than I'd expected. The shockwave from the impact knocked me back and up into the air. I righted myself and hovered on the spot, ten or so feet off the ground.

The shockwave was weird. Intense, and focused. There was more to that Brute power.

"I can't embarrass myself too badly," he said. "There's an audience."

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