How I Met My Mates
He tossed Tristan's broken blade aside, his glowing yellow visor staring down at us with a cold, terrifying amusement.
"Is this the vanguard of the new era?" the titan mocked, taking a heavy, limping step toward us. "A broken general, a wounded shadow, and a girl playing with a toy sword? Your bond is weak because you rely on the light, girl. True sovereignty is forged in blood and terror!"
Dominic stepped in front of me, stepping over the frozen slick of ice. He raised his broadsword with his uninjured left arm, his jaw set in iron, his silver eyes fixed on the titan's throat.