Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 7]

Taking the chance for what it was, I rushed in and lunged towards his chest. Watts slapped the blade away with his own and drove the hilt of his sword into my face. Stars exploded in front of my eyes, but any opportunity for the Paladin to take advantage was stolen.

[...]

He stepped forward, caught me in the chest with his shoulder, and then backhanded me. I fell hard, stunned, and was only just able to roll away from the sword that would have cleaved me in two.

I had no hope of dodging his follow-up kick, however. It caught me in the ribs and lifted me up of the floor, sending me rolling back with all the wind driven from me.

[...]

We backed off as Watts came back with a vengeance. Being the slowest by far, he managed to catch me, knocking my sword aside and catching my thigh as I fell back. I winced as he cut through cloth and skin with ease but managed to back away with Pyrrha catching and supporting me.

"It's a light wound," I gasped. "I'm okay."

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 7]