Bathala's Forsaken Daughter
The second tackled rather than struck, which was smarter and harder to redirect, and we hit the ground together and the impact sent lightning through my left meridian channel — not fully healed, stupid, I knew this — and I discharged at contact range into his solar plexus and he stopped moving.
The third stopped when he saw the first two.
He took two steps back.
Smart man.
Bago stepped out of his tent.
He was wearing his crimson vest over a bare chest, the bone-handled kampilan already drawn, the jade bead string on his wrist glowing faintly with activated cultivation. Low-Foundation aura pressure expanded outward from him like heat from an open furnace — not enough to drop me, but enough to