Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 11]

A cry was torn from my throat as the Boarba slammed into me, crashing aside my shield and sending me soaring through the air. My back hit the ground a few seconds later, rolling across the grass as I fought for breath. My eyes looked up just in time to see it charging towards me, and for me to notice that I'd dropped my sword and shield. It was just to the left, close enough that I crawled frantically for it, rolling onto my back as I grabbed it and taking a weak, kneeling position against the monster about to crush me.

[...]
She seemed unbothered by my glare, likely because I was still panting like a dog. Three hours in which I'd been stuck fighting for my life against Grimm so far above me that it was all I could do to survive. She had just sat on the low bough of a tree, picking them off when I lured them near, her expression almost bored.

[...]

Coco had dragged me out to an area with Grimm far above my level, only to make me catch their attention one at a time, defending as I lured them back to her tree, only for her to kill them on my behalf.

[...]

"Congratulations," Coco grinned, what must have been an hour or more later. The Archer had stayed true to her word, letting me have a little longer than we'd really agreed on. Hands on my knees, coughing and hacking into the grass, I'd earned a full level.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 11]