A Mature Jade spear-mistress fighting to keep plaster from falling on sleeping children and a Mature Jade spear-mistress fighting to clear her own threshold are two entirely different forces of nature.
Hall Mistress Soran knew the Eastern Dormitories were empty. Then, she no longer peeled Commander Keth Or’s Spatial Crushing blasts gently into the outer stone railing at the cost of her own knees. Stepping forward across the cracked flat stone slabs with a long, gliding stride that seemed to cross ten feet without touching the dust between, she drove her seventy-two-inch white-ash spear straight into the center of Keth Or’s weakened squeezing cone!
KRAK-BOOOOOOM!
Daro Kesh’s Bronze Sword Plane had cut the outer tendon of Keth Or’s right wrist. Because of that, the early Jade commander had been forced to shift his forty-inch broad-blade into a two-handed grip, supporting his bleeding right wrist with his left palm. That two-handed grip gave him brute leverage. But it ruined the fine spinning symmetry needed to keep his Spatial Crushing funnel sealed against a superior fighter.
Soran’s white-ash spearhead punched straight through the wobbling axis of Keth Or’s air-funnel, splitting the early Jade empty pocket down the middle like a wooden wedge splitting frozen oak. The resulting blast wave blew the leftover four cracked granite pillars of the row of stone pillars outward into the courtyard snow, tore twenty feet of slate roof edges clean off the porch, and hurled Commander Keth Or backward off the row of stone pillars steps into…
