Damon shook his head. This was too easy, but only because the real siege hadn't begun. The enemy seemed to come to the same conclusion, as more warriors surged toward him with renewed fury.
One of them swung a massive war club that could smash the brains in of a modern soldier. Damon leaned back just enough to let it miss by inches, then shot forward with his palm striking the warrior's chin with so much force that his jaw just snapped off.
Another raised his musket for a point-blank shot, which would have hit if Damon did not utilize his Probability Manipulation to alter the chances of a successful firing.
The gunpowder misfired, something that matchlocks of that era were already famous for, and Probability Manipulation just made it more likely.
The weapon exploded in the soldier's hands, blowing off his fingers and his entire palm. He barely had time to scream before Damon plunged a blade into his eye socket and ended his misery.
