Claire charged again, her fists clenched, her body moving with pure determination. Tessa's telekinesis slammed into her, but this time, Claire kept moving, forcing her way through the invisible barrier with sheer strength. Each step was a battle, her muscles straining, her teeth gritted in rage.
Tessa's grin faltered as Claire closed the distance. She flung every piece of debris she could at her—broken shards, splinters, even a chair—but Claire batted them away like they were nothing. Finally, Claire reached her, her fist arcing toward Tessa's face.
The punch connected, and the force sent Tessa skidding across the floor, her back hitting the wall with a thud. But she didn't fall. Instead, she wiped the blood from her lip and laughed, a low, manic sound.
"Is that all you've got?" Tessa said, her voice dripping with mockery.