BOOM!!
A concussive wave passed by as a black armored soldier drove both palms into a red's chest and the recruit left the ground like he had been launched from something. He hit the granary wall and slid down it leaving a smear of red, and the soldier was already turning toward the next target before the boy finished falling.
That was the thing about Arthur's men nobody had accounted for. They were not raiders. They were not opportunists who had strapped onto dragons and hoped for the best. These were soldiers who had trained with dark chi the way Valen's recruits had trained with their abilities, which meant they had trained with it for years, and the difference between a person who has drilled something for years and a person encountering it for the first time is not a gap you close with enthusiasm.
