Emotional punch

I opened my eyes and tried to make out the surroundings despite the spots of light that were exploding against the backs of my eyeballs.

Chris was large enough for me to make out his general shape. I could make out Ashley and Tristan's positions, but the only reason I could distinguish the two was because Ashley dressed in black and Tristan had more color to his costume.

Right. I had a few tricks up my sleeve I'd been considering. This was an opportunity to try one.

I took off, and I activated my forcefield momentarily as I did it, pushing out at the cracked chunks of stonelike ground, sending pieces rolling and sliding in the wake of my takeoff. I needed their attention. I saw Chris slow momentarily, mid-stride as he walked toward the fort.

I didn't fly straight for them, but around, circling closer to the fort. I paused, giving them time to see me, and then flew straight for Chris' face, full speed.

I stopped only a few feet short, hitting him with my aura instead of my fist. Full-strength, point-blank, a hit to the emotional rather than the physical.

The reaction was much the same as if I'd punched him. Forward movement stopped, reversed, an off-balance stumble backward.

"Holy fuck," I could hear Tristan.

- Glare 3.3