Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 6]

As skilled as he might be, he couldn't put up with my raw Strength, and Dexterity and Agility meant nothing once I'd grappled him. He fell to the side, letting go of his sword and accepting the savage wound I put into his side as he scrambled away. His long grey coat was slashed through and he tore it off and aside, out over the railing, revealing a tight black outfit underneath, a black tunic over black trousers tucked into his boots. His side was bleeding badly, one hand clamped over it.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 6]