Brenna defends a civilian caravan that is being attacked by an Azgaril cavalry column.  She is fighting onboard a wagon with a canvas cover in this scene, using an Illithian sword lent to her by Woodwind.

    Brenna retrieved Woodwind's sword from its hiding place. Taking a moment to move Serena to a safer place on the floor, the Lithian girl stepped over the dead warrior and plunged into the canvas canopy, where the other women were screaming for help. "Light!" she commanded, her belief manifest in an instant, ultraviolet radiance that flooded the canopy and made her white and grey uniform glow like a star on a clear, winter night. Brenna could see perfectly in bright light too blue for human eyes. She noticed two enemy soldiers trying to subdue the women, while a third was just climbing into the back of the wagon.

    Placing her booted foot on the shoulder of one enemy warrior, Brenna shoved hard, the force of her muscular leg turning him toward her while his back slammed against a bench. Before he could react, she'd thrust the sword into his chest and rotated her entire body to the left, leaning forward so heavily on her left leg that her extended right knee nearly touched the floor. This motion twisted the blade so quickly, her victim’s ribs made an audible snap as the retreating steel wedged them apart.

    In the confined space within the canopy, Brenna's tiger stance allowed her to withdraw the weapon and arc it overhead to attack again in a single, smooth motion. Woodwind's blade encountered the neck of the second soldier and sliced a deep gash through his flesh until Brenna stopped her downward stroke and lunged forward, driving the blade up, into her adversary's lower abdomen.

    Gasping in the sudden, horrible realization that his life was at an end, the invader fell backward while Brenna twisted in a reversal to the right. He knocked his head against Gudrun's soft thigh when Brenna stepped forward and the blade slithered away, leaving him to die with a huge hole in his belly as she turned her attention to the back of the wagon.

    The Illithian blade swept high to Brenna's right, its tip just touching the canopy roof as she danced forward. Despite her frail appearance, the girl could attack with great force and the cross-cut she executed on the third Azgaril warrior severed his left arm at the shoulder. One quick step forward put her in the perfect position for a two-fisted thrust through the soft flesh in the middle of his mandible. When the sword tip stopped on the hard surface of his inner skull, Brenna used her momentum to push him out of the back flap through which he'd entered only seconds before.

    Other Azgaril horsemen declined to board the back of the wagon after seeing their dead comrade ejected in such a quick and gruesome way. One of them fired a shot through the canopy out of sheer frustration, but the musket round sailed high, shattered the very tip of Woodwind’s sword, then ricocheted through the floor without touching a living soul.

    Instantly, the blade repaired itself--the internal, crystalloid polymer hardening into a perfect point as if by magic. Before Brenna had taken a single step, its deadly edge had been flawlessly restored .

The Crucible of Honor