The mental assault caused her hand to spasm and lock up, but Hope remained firm with her arms across her chest. The pain was intense, like being electrocuted how it worked up her body like it did. Her injured hand didn't take kindly to moving at all, let alone flexing and cramping as it did like the Devil was in control of it. She tucked her chin lower as her breath began to heave and she shook in the air, but she stayed floating like a ghost. This was just the start. She wasn't going to waver yet.

[i]It isn't going to work,[/i] she thought through her haze, projecting her thoughts for The Room to read. [i]I barely even feel it. It won't even matter if you control me or not, I can move my body with my mind. It's useless. Give up the games and come fight me. You're wasting both of our time.[/i]

Hopefully her bluff would work. She put up a good front, but it wasn't that bad yet. He could easily make it much worse. He was trying to psych her out, she knew it. Two could play that game. All she needed was for him to get aggressive, then the ball was in her court.

[color=fff79a][Hope continues to Levitate using 10 POWER. She makes no mental resistance to eject The Room from her mind in an attempt to bluff him out instead.][/color]