Everyone held their breath and listened intently, the fatigue vanished entirely, both body and mind cleansed, feeling the grace of nature. No one didn't detest the pervasive smoke of war that left devastation in its wake.
What caught her eye was an enormous fist, silent as it sliced through the air, drawing closer and closer, as if compressing the very air itself. Isabella summoned every ounce of strength in her body, choosing not to dodge but to move forward, her right hand clenching into a fist to meet the oncoming attack.
Wherever the fist wind touched, all yielded way. Isabella felt an immense force transferred to her, propelling her backward, her body skimming over countless plants until she was overwhelmed by a fiery pain. Her right hand was now immobile, and several bones in her arm were fractured.
Wood chips filled the sky, blasted into the air then quickly settling back down.