"Blood Art Technique: Negative Touch."
In my mind, I envisioned the precise location of the artery Lana had shown me. My heartbeat quickened, racing to a furious tempo.
A chill spread across my chest as mana pulsed from my heart, following the selected artery. My right arm tingled, a sensation akin to a snake coiling around it, as waves of gravity coursed through the blood vessel.
My clenched fist grew heavy, vibrating with a low hum of energy. A dense, cold pressure built from my shoulder, flowing down to my clenched fist. I clenched my jaw, determined to show no hesitation, and drew back my arm, mimicking a pitcher poised to hurl a baseball.
In one fluid motion, I propelled my hand forward, the weight of the movement gathering in my shoulder. My fist connected sharply with Lana's palm, an unmistakable impact resonating like a thunderclap.