It had stored every ounce of force they had poured into him, every punch, every kick, every impact, and then it had released it all in one devastating explosion that had sent them flying.
Tatehan exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile. That ability had been a lifesaver. Literally.
And then there was the Force Multiplication ability.
Tatehan's mind lingered on that one for a moment, turning it over, appreciating just how effective it had been. He had only used it a handful of times during the battle, but each use had been devastating. The chakrams tearing through six soldiers instead of three. The destructive power of his thrown weapons, amplified to levels that had caught even him off guard.
It was cool. Really cool. The kind of ability that made him feel like he was operating on a different level, like he was tapping into something beyond just physical strength or skill. Something that made him feel like some all mighty powerful being.
