Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

The woman looked to her companion, but he shook his head and hefted his axe a little higher. A true Barbarian, as per his Class. He roared and charged straight for me, looking to cut me down like a lumberjack might a tree.

I didn't have the time to waste. This stunk of a full-scale attack, and Qrow's absence only confirmed to me that something was going on outside. The Druid would have been here to help if he could. Drawing Crocea Mors, I caught and diverted his overhead attack to the side, brought the tip to his chest, then aimed and stabbed a little lower.

The Barbarian screamed as the sword went through his thigh, cutting through his padded quilt armour, flesh and muscle. It might have hit an artery; it was hard to tell. He dropped the axe and fell back, and his companion rushed to steady him.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]