The room held its breath as my left hand shot toward her collar.
Morgana's eyes did not widen in fear. She was a Transcendent. A sudden move from a student was not enough to make her lose her calm. Instead, her head leaned back just a bit, her free hand coming up fast to push my wrist away before my fingers could touch her jacket.
She thought I was going for a touch. She thought I was trying to grab her badge or her buttons. She didn't expect me to entirely stop caring about my hand.
Got you, I thought.
With my right fist still held in her grip, I did not try to pull back. I did the opposite. I stepped right into her space, twisting my body and throwing all my weight into her chest. At the same time, I used my Space affinity — not to hit her, but to mess with the space under my own feet.
The ground under us did not crack. The space holding my feet just squeezed together, pulling me down and forward at a strange, ugly angle. It was not a fighting move. It was a clumsy trip.
