Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]

The storm had abated.

So, what was moving this sand?

Something else, I realised, right as the sand whipped up into a hurricane and hurtled down the corridor towards me. I crossed both arms in front of me and braced my feet, weathering the unnatural attack. Through the pain I forced an eye open, glimpsed a flash of green rushing toward me and stepped back. A spear tip flashed before my face. I brought Crocea Mors up and parried it aside, falling back another step as the woman's eyes widened, surprised the first attack after so fierce a distraction had not felled me.

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The Class above her head denoted her a Lancer – fitting, given the spear. Her name was Dew. Not quite so fitting, considering we were in a sodding desert.

[...]

I hesitated for a second, but only a second as she swept from left to right, aiming for my eyes. I ducked back and came into a guard position once more.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]