The world narrowed.
Her boots bit into stone with such strength that it pulverized beneath her feet.
Power drove into her muscles, stripping weight and resistance from her body while multiplying force at the point of impact. Every step after that spell landed felt wrong, too light, too fast.
She rammed into them an instant later.
Her shoulder slammed into the first recruit's shield.
What happened next couldn't be called a struggle, not even a clash.
The shield bent inward, folding like soft metal. The man behind it snapped backward, ribs giving way with a sharp, dry sound. He vanished into the wall behind him with his insides turning into paste and him dying before even collapsing the stone inward as if punched by a siege ram.
Marwen kept moving.
Her shoulder tore through a second body. Armor split along the seams. The recruit's feet left the ground as he struck the building opposite, the wall caving in and dragging him with it in a cloud of dust and fragments.
