"Bran, have you ever considered circulating your soul energy inwards?" Tobias asked as he took a long drink from the metal canister Kara had tossed him.
Bran grunted, stretching one arm as Elisse finished healing a wound around his ribs.
"Inwards? Thought that was more of a speedster thing."
Tobias adjusted his glasses, the cracked corner gleaming in the sun.
"While flaring it outward is efficient for external attacks, reinforcing it inwardly gives you better muscle control and response time. I see Zayn uses that technique a lot."
Zayn, now comfortably slouched on the bench again, raised a hand lazily. "It's how I keep these noodle arms working overtime."
He flexed for emphasis.
"Your arms aren't noodles," Elisse said with a slight smile, patting his shoulder. "They're just… slim-fit."
Bran looked thoughtful, gripping his axe. "Alright. Next time, I'll try inward circulation. Let's see if I can make this slab of meat a little quicker."
