Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 10]

I was a tank. That was good and bad, since it meant I could take her hits, or at least I hoped so, but I wasn't exactly known for my ability to dish them out, especially when my crappy Dexterity was going to be fighting against her incredible Agility. I couldn't hit her. Not a chance in Remnant. If she could dodge, she was going to.

Which meant I had to put her in a position where it was impossible… all the Agility in the world wouldn't mean a thing if she couldn't use it.

Blake came in for another attack, and this time I was ready for her. She stabbed low, then feinted and leapt into the air, placing a hand on my shoulder as she flipped over me. It was similar to the move, she'd used before, and I let go of my shield, tossing it gently behind me.

She landed atop it.

As graceful as she was, Blake cried out in alarm as the shield beneath her feet skittered away the moment she touched it. She stumbled and fell forward, eyes growing wide as my sword cleaved in for her chest.

—Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 10]