Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]

A short sword appeared in each, formed entirely from fire. One foot struck down and she changed direction in a second, hurtling towards me. Her first sword struck mine, clanging against it, and despite that there was no metal in her blade, ours locked and made a sound upon contact. Her other came up and under, sliding through my guard as it lunged towards my ribs.

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What did that mean? I growled and brought Crocea Mors up in time to block her sudden attack. I found myself even more pissed off by the look on her face – the sheer sorrow that pervaded her being. She didn't want this, I could tell, and yet she kept coming, attack after attack until the point that some got past my guard no matter what I did.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]