Two teens crested the next ridge to find another collection of bodies sprawled across the ground. Unlike the previous group of four they watched her dismantle, these cultivators all looked like they'd been thrown together into an undignified heap. Several still groaned from their physical pains and none seemed especially eager to rise.
A single figure that was not their master remained standing. The group leader's hands were raised at her in what might have been surrender… if only the look on his face could keep from holding more 'calculation' than 'fear'. Turning failure into opportunity was always a tried and true method of successful capitalists.
