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“Huh-?” Jack stops dead, the knife literally a quarter of an inch away from breaking your skull open.
“What?” You wonder what’s wrong with him as he just goes totally still and stares off into space.
(You only have this second. Kick him off!) You hear Lucy's voice echo in your mind.
“Rah-!” You push him off of you and fight your way back to your feet, which now works properly along with your once limp arm.
“What the-” Jack also comes back to his senses and stands up, “What the bloody hell was that, the fuck did you just-”
(Now! Strike him!) She commands.
“Hah-!” You don’t even think about how you move, but you do move and in a way totally abnormal yet strangely familiar to you.
You stomp forward, putting all your strength and weight into one arm and striking with your palm open rather than closed, like some kind of monk.
This strike feels so foreign yet natural to you, it feels how you imagine it must have felt to walk the first time. This movement is something you were always meant to do, you had just never actually done it until now.
And the moment your strike connects with Jack’s chest, another set of muscles move in sync with this strike. Not physical ones but spiritual ones, you feel a sudden degree of control over your own energy you didn’t know you had, you convene a large swathe of it into the point of connection between you and Jack.
Through your palm and into Jack’s torso, the moment the energy is separated from you, it forms this natural, perfect spherical shape much like a bubble, one dense with unimaginable power.
This power coalesces, relaxes, condenses and contracts, becoming smaller and smaller, denser and denser still.
Until a point.
“Uh…mind getting your hand off me mate-?”
<span class="mu-s">BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM</span>
The bubble burst and in spectacular fashion from within Jack. Raw unfettered force rocks his entire body, surging through it in a way that almost made it seem like he was going to explode but just before his body collapses under the sheer energy, the force ejects itself from the outside.
The expulsion of force creates a jet of force so fierce it blows the pavement right off the ground behind him for several meters.
“...” You’re left speechless as you bask in awe of the destruction you’ve wrought.
Jack too is left speechless, he stumbles backwards, clutching his stomach and struggling to stand, “Oh…So you did have one…” he squeaks out.
“An unimaginable powahhhhhhhhhhh-!” He vomits violently onto the pavement before collapsing into a pile.
“Hah…Hah…What was…?” You struggle to even ask the question.
(That was your new ability darling.) Lucy whispers into your mind.
You hold your head, “You can speak into my mind now?”
(I can yes, one of the many benefits granted to me with our new found trust, fret not though, I shan't speak much, I don’t want to disturb you if I needn’t.) She promises.
