Current in the Fingers

Static hummed through the air. My fingers tightened, and to my surprise, they moved on command. Crisp, responsive, completely free. A jagged golden spark snapped past my shoulder. Instinct took over. I flicked my wrist outward and tapped the dancing arc with the edge of my glove. Snap! The spark burst into tiny embers, leaving a sharp tingle across my knuckles. No hesitation needed. The energy is real, the stance holds, and I am fully in control.