Sonja splits a knife

She moved with such ease and litheness that she took her small audience by surprise. There was no pause, no display of histrionics. In one fluid movement she had leaned forward, pulled her knife from its sheath at her waist, stepped to the line and pivoted. The weapon flashed in a blur; wood splintered and metal sang before anyone there had expected the knife to reach the wall.
Sonja smiled and glanced around. Sendes, astonished, dropped his cup.
"Damn me to the Hells!" called out one of his friends.
Her knife had driven home squarely in the bull's eye, cutting straight through Sendes'. The wooden handle of the Corinthian's weapon was split in two-no mean feat, for it was of hard wood imported from Kush-and the metal blade was scarred deeply where Sonja's had slid alongside it.
-Red Sonja: Endithor’s Daughter