Leonel's gaze sharpened, striking out with two palms, one right before him and the other to his left.
While some have fallen to their knees, another contingent had chosen to attack directly instead. It was clear that these individuals weren't of one mind, and he still couldn't understand what language they were speaking. All he knew was that they seemed to be thoroughly enraged by his mere existence.
A jolt of pain shot through Leonel's arms, causing his pupils to constrict.
These people, he was sure that they weren't at his level. How were they so strong?
Leonel's hips pivoted, his approach changing in the blink of an eye. From a direct approach, his movements became like flowing water, diverting the strength of the two that had attacked him off to his sides.
His weight shifted, his elbow driving down toward the head of one as they lost their balance and stumbled forward.
