Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 4]

Revealing my armoured form, a single arrow clamped in the side. It had pierced the metal – barely – but proved unable to do the same with the leather jerkin underneath, or the cloth shirt beneath that.

[...]

It was a tall and hooded figure about my size, but much faster. He, and I assumed it was male, wielded two long knives, flicking them out to block and deflect Ruby's attacks. The bow was stashed away on his back, most of his features disguised. There was a name I didn't pay attention to, but the Class below it, I did.

He was a Ranger.

[...]

My senses went wild. I fell down onto one knee, shield coming up. It thudded against my arm as something struck it, followed by a flash of dirt as an arrow skimmed the ground by my left foot. I huddled as small as I could, trying to protect my entire body against the barrage.

The shield held strong. The metal was much thicker, able to withstand the punishment even if the tip of an arrow punctured it close to my eye.

—Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 4]