>Nod. "You have a point."
>Let's do so. But keep an eye on Ms. Brawny here.
>You float backwards a few paces, keeping the bridge guardian under your wary eye.
>The boy removes a ring from his hand, pocketing it quickly before submerging his battered right hand. He breathes out, slowly, measured, then clenches his eyes in concentration. He remains in this state for several long seconds before clenching his teeth as well. He audibly strains with effort. And yet, for all of his strain, there is no visible effect upon the water. The boy seems to be pained, and yet, you can't seem to figure what he's doing to make himself that way. And neither can the youkai, by the looks of her.
>Up until the point when the water, as far as you can see, becomes subsumed in white light, becoming so bright it strains your eyes to look upon. The boy yells, and the sound of an impact roars across the plains around, like a giant fist striking flesh. The young man is hurled backwards from the river, and the light fades to a thin glow, but the water remains wrapped around the boy's hand.
>The young man strikes the ground after flying nearly twenty feet in seconds, the tendrill of water still engulfing his hand.
