Excerpt: The House of Flowers

His sword tumbled from his grip as the black garbed attacker swung again, a tight balled fist that caught him just below the chin, sending red flashes through his mind. He stumbled backwards, training quickly reinforced his defence and he brought his hands up in a guard. The assassin was a giant, towering over the slighter Selenor, and strength for strength had the advantage.
Taking stock, he dodged the flurry of right jabs and left hooks before noticing a pattern of movement in the giants attacks. Taking a gamble he opened his guard slightly enough that the assassin once again opened with a flurry of attacks. Selenor pivoted sideways, turning to present a smaller target and ran his right hand over the balled, out stretched fist of the giant. With a snapping movement he drove his left elbow up below the assassin's elbow and brought his right hand, hooked over his opponents wrist down in a yank. A roar of pain accompanied the audible crack of bone.
Quickly seizing the moment he moved his left arm up and over the right wrist and with a quick snapping turn broke the wrist of the giant as well. The assassin fell to his knees in crippling pain and Selenor quickly finished him with the wakizashi, cutting a thin red line across the assassin's unguarded throat, a burst of crimson fountaining into the air behind him as he turned and retrieved the lost katana.

(From Chapter 2 - The Flames of Blue Steel House)