VinDuralumin24Horses

She had fortunately, picked her trajectory well: she was shooting right toward Breeze and his pursuers. Whatever Breeze had done, it had been enough to make someone extremely angry-for there were a full two dozen men charging after him, arrows knocked.

...

Vin reached out and Pushed against one of the soldiers, throwing herself backward, leaving the riders to gather their wounded. The soldiers, however, promptly pulled out stone-tipped arrows and nocked their bows. Vin hissed in frustration as the group took sight. Well, friends, she thought, I suggest that you hang on tightly. She Pushed slightly against them all, then burned duralumin. The sudden crash of force was expected—the wrench in her chest, the massive flare in her stomach, the howling wind. What she didn’t expect was the effect she’d have on her anchors. The blast of power scattered men and horses, throwing them into the air like leaves in the wind. I’m going to have to be very careful with this, Vin thought, gritting her teeth and spinning herself in the air.