Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 10]

He drew and threw a knife at my throat. I managed to bring Crocea Mors in the way, but the brief moment where it crossed my eyes, he was under my guard and lunging in for my kidney, another knife in hand.

Shit!

My eyes flared. My mind burned.

My sword cut down with unnatural speed – four blows, like a flowering petal, except the most violent I'd ever seen. The Thief caught the first and turned it aside, but the second and third came from different angles, forcing him to disengage and leap back. The fourth cut the air where his throat had been an instant before, snatching a thread of cloth instead.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 10]