Jezal knew that he was good, but he had never dreamed he could be this good. He was sharp as a cat, nimble as a fly, strong as a bear. His ribs no longer hurt, his wrist no longer hurt, all trace of tiredness had left him, all trace of doubt. He was fearless, peerless and unstoppable.
- The Blade Itself, Part II, Never Bet Against a Magus