XXIX: A fire lit Part II

One of our scouts was running for his life, being chased by a group of mounted archers and four men on foot. My parents would have certainly found the image of men running on par with horses a strange one, but at this time and age, it was almost common. I would even say that the fact that horses could run as fast as cultivators was strange.

I was already close when the scout made the mistake of looking away from the road and fell on his face; the pursuers lifted their bows, taking aim before releasing a barrage of arrows while those on foot pushed their advantage.

"Baihu!" I shouted and witnessed something that would otherwise be impossible for me: I raised one arm and launched a gale of wind from my open palm. It crossed the space in a matter of seconds and scattered all their arrows, making them land away from my man, giving me time to close the distance and reach him before our enemies.