Violet
After the words left his mouth, I charged, punching the right mitt on his hand, returning to position and repeating, using more force. He was like a stone standing there all powerful and mighty, his tree-trunk thighs held the stance shoulder length between them as he took all my hits without a single hair moving. As if he was a statue, a very handsome and sexy statue, for that matter.
I huffed, annoyed with his strength and my inability to move him even an inch, making him lift one of his eyebrows and smirk before I tried to use the undercut technique he had taught me, hitting his hand perfectly, channelling a little of my magic into my hand. My legs were stable power coming to my lower body anchoring me as I charged at him using all the strength I had left, making his hand waver
