[He doesn't have to even try for the image of... something, a face he doesn't recognize, flickering through his mind. Behind the self-imposed shield of his arms, Bruce frowns at an image that clearly isn't his.
At nearly the exact same moment, Sam's forceful punch connects, and it's a hard hit. The kind that may leave a bruise, but that's exactly what Bruce had been going for, for the teen to twist some of that carried frustration into motivation, to sharpen it into focus.
Granted, they're a long way before achieving that, but it's a good start.]
Good. [gasp, a compliment Bruce straightens from his defensive position, shaking out his left arm a bit, which had been hit by the brunt of the force.] Whatever it is you're keeping bottled up in there, turn it into something that you can use, like just now.
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At nearly the exact same moment, Sam's forceful punch connects, and it's a hard hit. The kind that may leave a bruise, but that's exactly what Bruce had been going for, for the teen to twist some of that carried frustration into motivation, to sharpen it into focus.
Granted, they're a long way before achieving that, but it's a good start.]
Good. [
gasp, a complimentBruce straightens from his defensive position, shaking out his left arm a bit, which had been hit by the brunt of the force.] Whatever it is you're keeping bottled up in there, turn it into something that you can use, like just now.