The Well of Ascension (Mistborn, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

Perhaps I shouldn’t be at the front, Straff thought suddenly. He turned his horse, then noticed something. An arrow suddenly shot from the midst of the charging koloss. But koloss didn’t use bows. Besides, the monsters were still far away, and that object was far too big to be an arrow anyway. A rock perhaps? It seemed larger than … It began to fall down toward Straff’s army. Straff stared into the sky, riveted by the strange object. It grew more distinct as it fell. It wasn’t an arrow, nor was it a rock. It was a person—a person with a flapping mistcloak. “No!” Straff yelled. She’s supposed to be gone! Vin screamed from the sky in her duralumin-fueled Steeljump, massive koloss sword light in her hands. She hit Straff directly in the head with the sword, then continued on downward, slamming into the ground, tossing up snow and frozen dirt with the power of her impact. The horse fell into two pieces, front and back. What remained of the former king slid to the ground with the equine corpse. She looked at the remnants, smiled grimly, and bade Straff farewell.