Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 7]

With a loud cry, designed to alert the others if our fighting hadn't already, I charged in.

Strength was my only real boon – not Dexterity. I expected my attack to miss, especially given my opponent's skill and Agility, but when he flicked my sword to the side, I rammed my shoulder into his chest, earning a grunt of surprise and pain. I pushed onwards, taking three great steps to carry him away from Blake and Ren, and then pushing him back with a swing of my arm. In the brief moment where he'd be stunned, I swung Crocea Mors up under me, bringing it up to cut the enemy from hip to shoulder. It was a good swing, and my foe was open, their sword to the side and their feet struggling to find purchase. There would be no dodging, and that meant my Dexterity compared to their Agility wouldn't even come into it. With my Strength, I'd cut him in two.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 7]