Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 15; Book 7: Ch. 5]

My eyes glowed.

"Dividing Slash!" I roared.

Crocea Mors swept up. White light poured from it as it struck the sword, shearing it in two with not a hint of resistance. Too little so, in fact. I swung too hard and over-extended, and Cinder capitulated on the weakness by turning her now broken sword into a dagger, thrusting it under my breastplate, aiming for my stomach. I was barely able to twist aside and even then, the pain of her attack searing my flesh was indescribable.

Without thinking, I drove my forehead into hers. Cinder fell back with a grunt, staggering for a single step. My shoulder caught her chest a second later and she fell back, down onto one knee. Her sword came up, re-formed and ready to parry, but I ignored her entirely.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 15]



Like I had for numerous before now, I explained, "Dividing Slash. A cutting slash that parts a foe."

[...]

I thought back to Cinder, whom I'd used the attack on. Back then, I'd used it to cut through her weapons, and she'd certainly been surprised about that. After all, they hadn't been real weapons. They were flames summoned into the shapes of swords, yet I'd shattered them like they were made from cheap pig-iron that hadn't been tempered properly.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 5]