The truth was, I wasn't overpowering his domain. That would be stupid. The difference between my domain and his was the same difference between a drunk painter and the man who invented color.
Trying to fight him head-on in domain control would be nothing more than an elaborate suicide note. So I didn't touch his world. I touched myself.[1]
My domain folded inward, coating my thoughts. It lied to my senses before his lies could reach them. It made my mind believe that up was up, forward was forward, and my fist was exactly where I intended it to be. A weak delusion, yes, but it was my delusion, and inside my own head, I was far harder to bully.
I shot forward, and the Enforcer's palm swept through the place I should have been if I had obeyed his domain. I didn't. My fist came from his right, and he blocked it. Of course he blocked it. But this time, his sleeve shifted. A tiny victory. Pathetic, perhaps, but I'd take what I could get.
