49: Brice
Brice
The push jolted Brice.
It was like the Doctor’s attempt to probe, but different. More of a shove, but not quite a punch. Open-handed, the physical equivalent of telling someone to stay the hell away.
And Brice pushed back.
Not with the same force, though. If someone attacked, he had to be clear, leave them in no doubt that he wouldn’t stand for it. So he punched.
Didn’t control it. Just let it happen.
The attacker sprung back. Brice let momentum follow through, only stopped when he felt another lattice.
His attacker’s.
He retreated—told himself to calm down, and his lattice backed off. But he could still feel his attacker’s lattice, like sore knuckles after a punch, or an aching arm.
A connection.
And the connection remained. Like he had a connection with Fen,
