Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]

Crocea Mors gleamed as I raised her high, "Die!"

It was like striking solid rock. The first blow cut it slightly, the force of it making my bones shake. It growled in return, but with energy I had no idea was even within me I reared up and struck again – and again – and again! Over and over like a Lumberjack methodically working at a tree I struck, until meat and bone gave way and all that remained of its face was a ruined mess of blood and gore.

When it was over I stood, with the blade pierced down into its skull, my arms shaking and legs covered in gristle.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]