Ernesto stood frozen in horror. He gripped the broken hilt of his sword, staring in disbelief at what had just happened.

Suddenly, Shiloh's small hand shot forward, palm aimed straight at his skull.

Only then did Ernesto snap back to reality, his face going pale with terror as he desperately tried to defend himself. However, it was too late.

Her palm struck him square across the face, and he let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying dozens of feet through the air before rolling across