"The key to psychic combat is the same key to winning any other kind of fight... be it physical, verbal or mental!" Kathy says with strained patience as she helps Trish pick herself back up off the floor. "That key is Belief! You gotta believe in yourself. This goes beyond confidence. Beyond hyperbole and attitude. We're talking about knowing and the willingness to use that knowing. This is why a lot of times you'll see weaker and less trained opponets win with nothing but anger on their side. Why? Because at that moment there is neither doubt nor faith. The anger is willingness without knowing but sometimes that's close enough... do you know what I mean?"
Trish just shakes her head 'No'. Her body is a sack of bruises, her left eye is swollen over and it feels like something in her back has been dislocated.
"That's okay. I didn't at first either. You'll see what I mean one day... for better or worse. But right now I want you take it from the top. Assume the stance, feet no wider than your shoulders... yes, good like that... breathe in from the belly focusing on your Manipura chakra ... that's it.. now step over here and show me what you've got!"She moves forward.
She inhales slowly. The alchemy of breath turns air into kundalini fire. The mind clears of thought. Trish takes it all in at once: Zach's on his back cradling a cracked knee cap. Daniel steps back slowly from his fallen companion, arms raised in the air and flashing a ten grand smile disarmingly. Victoria doesn't move. She just stands there with her arms folded watching Trish from under the arch of a raised eyebrow. Adam stands there behind her, chin to chest, locked in a bad sleep- got himself
named like a first year minerval. That only leads the Jack O'Shadows unaccounted for...
"We can see that this is a bad time and that time is of the essence and you can see that we can see that too and we don't want to hurt you we don't we don't really want to hurt you that is if this isn't a good time that is if you have the time do you do you have the time..."
That's Daniel talking slowly with a steady paced monotone. He's dropping the Neurolinguistic programming techniques on her. Each word of his is a tiny spider trying to crawl inside her brain.
"Kahhhh... Kahhh... Kahhhllll yaaa ya fahhhkin' khhhunt!" Zach hisses through clenched teeth and a damaged larnyx. She can feel it. The raw pain. It's like the rush of heat that hits you when you open an oven door. He's broadcasting his damage back at her. She can feel the crack of the knee off him and her leg buckles under the weight of it.
"see see what you've done see what you've made us done you're done now aren't you done and tired and why are we fighting when we're all done here why..."
The final 'why' sinks like a stone down the well of her thoughts. Short circuits her concentration and the pain doubles up in her knee. She looks up and see's that Victoria is gone now. Standard hunting pack tactic. Two males dance around and distract the prey while the female circles back in ambush. One of the oldest tricks and she just...
Then it happens. The noise drops suddenly. She can see Daniel and Zach are still talking, their lips moving slowly, dream like exagerated, but no words are coming out of their mouth. In fact there's no sound coming from anywhere. She can't even hear her own breathing. Her ears pop followed by a wave of nausea that ripples out from her belly and spreads into every muscle in her body. Her vision goes blurry. A sharp and sudden burst of headache jabs into the middle of her skull. She screams out but doesn't make a single sound. Her lungs fill up with something that feels as heavy as water but is much, much colder. Her body freezes up and she drops to her knees. Everything goes black.
The Jack O'Shadows rises up from behind her and comes crashing down on Trish like a hard black wave, enveloping her completely, until only a darkened outline remains frozen where she was one standing. Victoria steps from behind it lighting a cigarette: "Well... that was fun."
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