There was a small strain at first. Then, as I applied more force, my legs — which had seemed like they weren't going to respond — moved.
I applied the same tactics to my hands and eventually my entire body. It was comparatively easier than commanding something else. Perhaps that was because it was my own body.
It made me wonder if commanding my legs to move faster would actually be effective.
As I pushed myself up, Nisha glanced between me and whatever the hell I was doing.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stay down!"
My scleras were red with exhaustion, almost looking like I'd been put under a great strain. Which, fair enough — I had been.
"Not… yet." I managed to convey the words and slowly stood up. When I stood fully on the wagon, my legs felt like my own again. Mine by my command.
The pain in my muscles was gone for a bit, and as I jumped down from the wagon, the impact threatened to fold my legs again. But I instantly commanded it.
'Stand!'
