Colleen rubbed her knuckles, groaning when she saw that the skin was torn. Luckily, her First Aid kit was well-stocked these days.
“You have to breathe all the way through,” Danny told her from the other side of the dark dojo. “Keep up your meditation while you fight.”
Colleen glared down at her hand.
The Iron Fist came to her fairly easily, but outside of a fight, it faded the moment she stopped concentrating on it fully. Like the instant before she punched a wall, for example.
She took a deep breath, centered herself, and called it again.