Chapter 511: Baba Yaga?
Tala slammed into the ground with enough force to embed herself a foot or two down into it.
She would have landed face first, but she managed to fight her way around in a tight roll, falling on her back instead.
A cloud of dirt exploded out away from her, even as the breath was driven from her lungs.
Her threefold sight showed Rane flattened on the ground nearby, having had enough control to diffuse his own impactful energy without taking the ground-shaking blow.
He had landed on his face, however, and he had been driven all the way down, unable to stop his own motion.
That didn’t bode well. That meant that whatever had affected them had imparted kinetic energy that he couldn’t steal or absorb for once.
The quagmire of power and authority roiling around them was cloying and suffocating at the same time even as she sucked in a gasping breath, more on reflex than out of necessity, which was good, because her armor prevented it from being more than shallow inhale.
Still, she wasn’t going to be taken lightly. Tala shoved outward with her will even as she struggled to her feet in the vibration-loosened soil.
She looked up to see the chicken-legged house bearing down on them, the manic old woman practically frothing at the mouth from within the front window.