with every single shot. And don’t forget to breathe. Breathe out on impact. You feeling the Light Energy yet?”
I stopped hitting the bag. “Light Energy?”
“Some people call it Grace. I’m no angel, so I don’t call it that. It’s the source of our power. It comes from the angel DNA. You should be feeling it inside, coursing through you. Kinda feels like an electric current sometimes.”
“I think I’ve felt it, but more when I’ve been scared or in some kind of danger.”
“It activates by itself when you’re in trouble. You have to learn to control it or it will just take you over. Watch.” Frank went to the punching bag and threw a short punch at it. I was shocked to see white light explode from his fist as it struck the bag, sending the bag swinging backwards with such force that I thought it would fly off into the trees beyond.
“Holy shit!”
“My powers aren’t what they used to be, not since I died and came back, but they’re still there. With practice, you should be able to channel a lot more power than that.”
“I can do that? Awesome!”
“Don’t get too excited. Use it too much and it’ll drain you, leaving you vulnerable. Use it sparingly and wisely.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding, unable to believe that I had such power in me. “How do I bring it out?”
“You just concentrate, channel it. Try it.”
Standing in front of the black leather bag, I started to focus on the Light Energy that I could feel pulsing through my body like a mild electric current. I breathed deeply a couple of times and then hit the bag with a right cross. The punch felt powerful, but no light exploded from my fist the way it did with Frank’s. “That’s okay,” he said. “Do it again. Try to visualize the light coming from your fist.”
I did as he said, visualized white light coming from my fist as I struck the bag again. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight when a small amount of light came from my hand, sending the bag swinging back farther than I had managed already. “I did it!”
“Yeah, you did,” Frank said, not sharing my excitement. “Now do it again. Try for more energy this time.”
Stoked by my previous success, I concentrated hard and really visualized the white Light Energy exploding out of me. Only this time I also pictured the demon who had attacked me the night before. I replaced the bag with his image so that when I hit the bag it felt like I was driving my fist into the demon’s chest. Even Frank looked shocked when the bag swung back with so much force that it snapped the thick tree branch it was tethered to, both bag and branch sailing back about six feet into the woods. “Oh my God!” I yelled.
“Fuck me,” Frank said in a quiet voice as he stared at the bag in the distance.
The Light Energy was pulsing strongly within me, almost like there was a whole other being of light in me trying to get out. I felt god damn invincible at that point. “Holy fucking shit! That was…awesome!” I could hardly contain my excitement. I’d never felt so powerful.
Frank was looking at me strangely and I asked him what was up. “Nothing,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone hit with that much power. No Nephilim anyway.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean only angels hit like that.”
“So what, I’m an angel now?” I said laughing.
“No, but…I don’t know. Not even your mom was that powerful.”
I shrugged. “Maybe it was just a fluke.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He didn’t seem convinced. “Either way, you still gotta learn to control it. That power is nothing without skill. Demons fight like motherfuckers. You have to learn to fight like a motherfucker too.”
“Like a motherfucker, huh?” I laughed, still high off my recent success.
“Let’s go over here and try some free-fighting.”
I followed Frank into the middle of the grass clearing where we faced off like two gladiators. Well, one gladiator and a girl who barely knew what she
I stopped hitting the bag. “Light Energy?”
“Some people call it Grace. I’m no angel, so I don’t call it that. It’s the source of our power. It comes from the angel DNA. You should be feeling it inside, coursing through you. Kinda feels like an electric current sometimes.”
“I think I’ve felt it, but more when I’ve been scared or in some kind of danger.”
“It activates by itself when you’re in trouble. You have to learn to control it or it will just take you over. Watch.” Frank went to the punching bag and threw a short punch at it. I was shocked to see white light explode from his fist as it struck the bag, sending the bag swinging backwards with such force that I thought it would fly off into the trees beyond.
“Holy shit!”
“My powers aren’t what they used to be, not since I died and came back, but they’re still there. With practice, you should be able to channel a lot more power than that.”
“I can do that? Awesome!”
“Don’t get too excited. Use it too much and it’ll drain you, leaving you vulnerable. Use it sparingly and wisely.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding, unable to believe that I had such power in me. “How do I bring it out?”
“You just concentrate, channel it. Try it.”
Standing in front of the black leather bag, I started to focus on the Light Energy that I could feel pulsing through my body like a mild electric current. I breathed deeply a couple of times and then hit the bag with a right cross. The punch felt powerful, but no light exploded from my fist the way it did with Frank’s. “That’s okay,” he said. “Do it again. Try to visualize the light coming from your fist.”
I did as he said, visualized white light coming from my fist as I struck the bag again. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight when a small amount of light came from my hand, sending the bag swinging back farther than I had managed already. “I did it!”
“Yeah, you did,” Frank said, not sharing my excitement. “Now do it again. Try for more energy this time.”
Stoked by my previous success, I concentrated hard and really visualized the white Light Energy exploding out of me. Only this time I also pictured the demon who had attacked me the night before. I replaced the bag with his image so that when I hit the bag it felt like I was driving my fist into the demon’s chest. Even Frank looked shocked when the bag swung back with so much force that it snapped the thick tree branch it was tethered to, both bag and branch sailing back about six feet into the woods. “Oh my God!” I yelled.
“Fuck me,” Frank said in a quiet voice as he stared at the bag in the distance.
The Light Energy was pulsing strongly within me, almost like there was a whole other being of light in me trying to get out. I felt god damn invincible at that point. “Holy fucking shit! That was…awesome!” I could hardly contain my excitement. I’d never felt so powerful.
Frank was looking at me strangely and I asked him what was up. “Nothing,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone hit with that much power. No Nephilim anyway.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean only angels hit like that.”
“So what, I’m an angel now?” I said laughing.
“No, but…I don’t know. Not even your mom was that powerful.”
I shrugged. “Maybe it was just a fluke.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He didn’t seem convinced. “Either way, you still gotta learn to control it. That power is nothing without skill. Demons fight like motherfuckers. You have to learn to fight like a motherfucker too.”
“Like a motherfucker, huh?” I laughed, still high off my recent success.
“Let’s go over here and try some free-fighting.”
I followed Frank into the middle of the grass clearing where we faced off like two gladiators. Well, one gladiator and a girl who barely knew what she
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