Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]

With a growl of my own I dropped Crocea Mors, slamming my free hand down on the upper snout of the Grimm trying to tear my limb off. Its eyes narrowed, but as my fingers dipped under its teeth, I started to wrench its jaws apart. The other one was hardly about to ignore an invitation like that and I let out a howl of pain as teeth bit down into my shoulder.

One at a time, that was the way to do it. Methodical and measured, just like forging a blade. With its teeth now prised off my arm I was able to use my freed hand to grab the lower jaw, keeping its mouth open. Had it actually looked like a dog there might have been some sympathy within me, but with red eyes and white mask, there was none as my muscles bulged, pulling swiftly apart. I didn't even perceive the ruined mess I'd made, too focused on the last creature, which was tearing chunks out of my aura.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]