“Salthorn’s style is rarely practiced, even in Pomle. But Raul told me it is hugely admired in his homeland. She may lack for the showy strength of other schools, but I have seen her defeat every single [Ironbody Martial Artist]. When she has you in a lock, you are helpless as you would be in Torreb’s grip.”
Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him.
An arrow stood out from her collarbone, and she stared down at the ones jutting from her arms as she fell to one knee. Someone tried to pull her up, shield her from the volleys of arrows. Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], cradled his comrade in his arms. Bent down—and then his head rose.
