Power Surge

My chest surged with power. The stillness shattered. I clenched my right fist tight, feeling real strength coursing through every joint. Above me loomed a massive, textured green dome. Ready for a challenge, I leaned forward and shoved against its rounded glass base with my knuckles. It held firm, cool and smooth against my skin. Power answered power. I planted my bare feet firmly on the dark wooden planks, head high, teeth bared, ready for whatever stands before me.