blocking baseballs

"Well, she's good with subtle things. Delicate things. Her ability at handling fine, sensitive magic is outstanding, and increasing all the time. But that same sensitivity means that she has problems handling the psychic stresses of real combat. It also makes the gross physical stuff a real challenge for her."
"Like stopping snowballs?" Charity asked.
"Snowballs are good practice," I said. "Nothing gets hurt but her pride."
Charity nodded, frowning. "But you didn't learn with snowballs, did you."
The memory of my first shielding lesson under Justin DuMorne wasn't a particularly sentimental one. "Baseballs."
"Merciful God," Charity said, shaking her head. "How old were you?"
"Thirteen." I shrugged a shoulder. "Pain's a good motivator. I learned fast."
"But you aren't trying to teach my daughter the same way," Charity said.
"There's no rush," I said.


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