My thoughts were elsewhere when I turned my attention away from him. I had no idea that he would draw his sword again and try to slit my throat. Suddenly, the masked man shouted for me to pay attention, and I dashed away just as he finished his sentence! I leaped backwards and landed at a distant location, prompting those werewolves and soldiers to flee in order to avoid being struck by my rear region as I leapt rearward. I fell on the ground with one hand on the dirt. In the event that I happened to look down, I realized that my palm had made such a significant impact...