Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 11]

Rolling to the side to build distance, I surged back up and lashed out at the first enemy to reach me. Crocea Mors bit down hard on his sword, and he seemed ill-prepared for my unusually high Strength. His arm buckled, his guard broke, and he gasped as the blade cut into metal armour and drew blood. Not enough, of course – and not enough to kill, but more than enough to put him out of the fight.

Sadly, it also put my sword out of the fight, as he fell with it still lodged in his armour. The leather hilt was torn from my fingers.

—Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 11]