Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 10]

"Give me one of those," I said, nodding to the javelins. He fumbled with them for a second but handed one over and I hefted it in my grip, inspecting it. It was a throwaway kind of weapon made mostly of wood and with a tip that had been sharpened and hardened in a fire. No metal, no steel tip and no decoration.

I had no idea how to throw a javelin, neither as a Blacksmith nor in my disguise as a Knight, but that didn't matter very much. It wasn't like I could miss the wall of Grimm approaching. I leant Crocea Mors against the wall and hoisted the javelin into the air, laying it flat atop my palm above me. With a quick breath to steady myself I took an unsteady step forward, then hurled it with all my might.

I still didn't know how to use a javelin, nor did I have any Skills or abilities related to it. What I did have, however, was an unbalanced Strength Stat thanks to my A rating and high level, at least for a Blacksmith. The sharpened stick shot forward like an arrow launched from a bow.

I'd aimed for a tall lizard-like creature in the front row, but I missed it by a hideous margin, instead striking a Canis maybe four rows behind and eight Grimm to the left. If Blake had been there to see it, she'd have palmed her face and sighed.

As it was, the men had no idea what I'd been aiming at, and as the wood punctured through the Canis' face, pinning it to another Grimm behind and killing both, they stared in absolute awe.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 10]