Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]

I charged forward while she was off-balance. Crocea Mors cut wide arcs that forced her to hop back. Her weapons weren't long enough to reach me, and by keeping her on the back foot, she never had a chance to close the distance. Cinder let one go and tried to throw fire in my face, but this time I ignored it, closing my eyes and fighting through the pain to continue my onslaught.

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She fell back as I continued – giving ground in a desperate attempt to put some space between us and regain control of the fight. Every sword she brought forth, I smacked away with my longer reach. Every fireball or explosion she cast, I waded through with staunch determination and molten armour that forced the flames to part around me. She might have kicked, tripped or grappled with me, but to do so would be to kill herself.

My Blacksmithing had neutralised her. Cinder's flames could not burn hot enough, her weapons could not cut deep enough, and for all her Levels, her Skills and Stats could not save her if she could not touch me. From her wide eyes, she knew it. She gave ground, searching for something she could use.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]