"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Two seconds.
One.
Her hand lifted slightly.
FORCE.
Invisible but REAL, slamming into all three warriors simultaneously.
They flew backward.
Actually FLEW.
Bodies lifting off the ground, arms pinwheeling, eyes wide with shock.
Twenty feet through the air before crashing into trees with impacts that shook the branches.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
All three hit the ground.
Groaning.
Alive but stunned.
Silence.
Complete, absolute silence in the clearing.
Everyone frozen.
Staring at Faelyn.
Her eyes still glowing white.
Standing calmly in the center like she hadn't just thrown three grown warriors like children's toys.
Daven's mouth hung open.
The remaining leopard warriors stepped back unconsciously.
Panther warriors stared with eyes huge and mouths open.
Both chiefs looked like someone had hit them over the head.
Faelyn's voice carried across the clearing, still calm but with steel underneath.
