Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

Lisa screamed again, likely at the sight of the knife as it tore into my shoulder, digging through flesh.

I grunted and stumbled, surprised. The pain was there – burning hot – but I was used to it. The Assassin was obviously less used to his quarries having such endurance and tried to slip past, thinking me done.

[...]

We fell onto Lisa as she scrambled for Crocea Mors, the three of us tangling on the floor. She thrashed about wildly and to little avail, leaving me to wrestle one hand around the Assassin's knife hand and the other around his throat.

Something bit into my hip – another blade of some kind, smaller. I grunted and clenched my hand tighter, cutting off his air.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]