Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 11]

I cleared the line of pirates with Yang beside me. We stepped across the six or so metres of empty space between the two parties and came to a stop only four or so in front of the Greycloaks.

[...]

Crocea Mors hissed as she slid free of her scabbard. It was answer enough and Vernal tensed, eyes narrowing as she took in the weapon. Beside me, Yang fell into her own stance and tossed her hair back.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you again," I admitted.

"Do I fucking know you?"

[...]

I glared up at her and shifted from a Blacksmith into a Swordmaster. The small pain in the back of my skull was worth the way her eyes widened. She recognised me now. How could she not?

"Shit," she hissed.

It was all she had time to say as I closed the distance with `Piercing Thrust`.

Vernal and I tumbled off the barrels and down into the Greycloaks, who reacted slowly to the sudden assault. By the time they'd realised they were under attack, their attention was on me, which let Yang slam a fist down and shatter the decking under her, sending out a spiralling crack that dropped six of them into the water below.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 11]