"100 to 150 feet in depth…five…no ten applications of Sonic-Pulse Fist may be able to open a hole…" Scooting closer to the Barrier until he was mere inches away, Sonas's stance changed from a boxing stance to more of an MMA one, with his right leg back and torso twisted to the left and his left hand chambered near his ribcage.
"Sooooonic…"
Although invisible to the eye, I could sense a massive amount of particles running through Sonas' body into his fist and coiling around his fingers.
"Pullllllssse,"
'Hold up…why is he charging it like a Kamehameha?' The fleeting thought through the mental connection between Brenden and I caused my brother to facepalm and feel secondhand embarrassment.
'He does that…every…single…time, and don't act like you wouldn't, providing you had a similar skill, Taylor, because you'd be lying, and you know it.'
