Jasnah- Vs. Fused

Jasnah growled, going to one knee and punching her fist at the Fused’s knee—­but it overgrew with carapace right before she connected. Her punch didn’t even move the creature. Ivory became a short sword in her hand as she slashed at the Fused—­but this exposed her to another hit in the helm, which laid her flat. She groaned, putting one hand against the rock.
Steady stone, a part of her mind thought. Happy and pleased with its life on the plains. No, it would resist her requests to change.

Ivory formed as a shield on her arm as the enemy began smashing. Blood on her cheek mixed with sweat; though her eye had healed, the regular soldiers were trying to get at her again, her honor guard doing their best to hold them back.

Rhythm of War Chapter 64