The ground cracked beneath my feet as I accelerated forward, air whipping past my ears like I'd broken through sound itself. My first target was a man wielding a warhammer nearly the size of his body.
He raised it with both hands, shouting something.
I didn't care what.
By the time his weapon started to fall, I was already inside his guard. I drove my palm into his chest. Not a punch. Just a palm.
Crack!
He flew back like he'd been hit by a truck, crashing into two of his comrades and taking them down with him.
Someone screamed. Another enemy came at me, twin daggers flickering with poison.
She was fast. Agile. Slippery.
But now?
Too slow.
I sidestepped, caught her wrist mid-swing, and twisted.
"Ahhh!"
She let out a short, sharp gasp—then a crunch as I flipped her over and slammed her into the dirt.
Two more rushed in.
Spears. Synchronized. No wasted movement.
I leapt into the air, their tips missing me by inches.
