Rebecca's excited energy vanished in an instant, the sight of Luthra's large hand moving slowly toward her face flipping a switch deep within her mind. Her world narrowed to that single, approaching hand, a shape she knew all too well, and the cheerful, chattering child was gone, replaced by something cold and still.
'No… not again,' her mind screamed, the memory of a different hand, a different room, crashing down on her, 'I won't let you. Not this time.'
Before Luthra's fingers could touch her, she snatched his wrist out of the air, her small hand closing around it with a strength that was utterly impossible. The grip was not that of a child, it was like a set of iron bands suddenly contracting around his bones.
'What the-'
The pressure was immense, and Luthra felt a sharp, grinding pain as his wrist bones began to creak. He tried to pull his arm back instinctively, but it would not budge, it was locked in place by the ten-year-old girl.
