Helena's breath caught. She couldn't move. Her legs obeyed. Her arms obeyed. But everything else in the world resisted.
She blinked—and Rughsbourgh materialized right before her, hand extended.
Before her eyes could register the speed, she was struck.
Her body spun violently midair, skidding across dirt and rock, crashing through a monolithic black tree that hadn't been there seconds before. Her vision swam.
She wiped blood from her nose, then rose again, trembling.
"You are a Bender."
Rughsbourgh grinned.
"Space Bender? Ah right. There are the Elementalists, then the Benders. A measly classification humanity used to define the kinds of talent that exist."
He shrugged with his bare shoulders.
"Yes. I am. But this is beyond bending space, Helena. If you are going to touch me, you will need to come at me with more resolve than that."
Helena glared at him. She growled ferociously and launched herself once more.
