Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]

One of them circled to the right, even as the Canis from earlier looped behind. The third came in head on, growling as it leapt for my throat. Stranded in the air there was no way the thing could dodge, so I took the chance to swing down with Crocea Mors, in an attack that even my Dexterity couldn't mess up. Steel bit into flesh, carving through it with disgusting ease. All my Strength behind the attack ensured that the blade tore through muscle and bone. There was an explosion of gore as each half of the beast passed by either side of me.

[...]

Crocea Mors carved a streak of silver through the air, biting through bone and muscle with contemptable ease. The Canis fell in two parts, slowly fading into nothingness as my breathing began to even out.

[...]

Crocea Mors gleamed as I raised her high, "Die!"

It was like striking solid rock. The first blow cut it slightly, the force of it making my bones shake. It growled in return, but with energy I had no idea was even within me I reared up and struck again – and again – and again! Over and over like a Lumberjack methodically working at a tree I struck, until meat and bone gave way and all that remained of its face was a ruined mess of blood and gore.

When it was over I stood, with the blade pierced down into its skull, my arms shaking and legs covered in gristle.

[...]

Crocea Mors was in better shape, as I let her rest against the set of drawers by the bed.

For a moment I looked fondly down on her as I climbed under the covers. Like me, she'd been untested and green, but she'd help up marvellously. Not a nick or dent in her pristine edge, she'd stood by me, even when I wasn't sure if I could stand by myself.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]