A Clench of Will

Stiffness melted into raw, surging power. Both of my raised hands, previously frozen in the air, flexed under my own command. I chuckled low in my throat—this body answers only to me. Reaching back, I planted my knuckles straight into the sturdy cardboard box behind me, feeling the solid resistance yield slightly beneath my strength. I planted my feet firmly on the green mat, fully primed and unchallenged.