Marnella, unable to conceal her astonishment, briefly steadied herself for her next attack. Her movements were now starting to become discernible.
I couldn’t let her trace another menacing constellation. To interrupt the inception of her technique, I swiftly swept my scythe toward her waist.
As I relentlessly thwarted her attempts with a barrage of slashes, she shifted her strategy.
Displaying her remarkable leaping prowess, she vaulted backward over my head, soaring high as if clearing an obstacle.
She landed some distance away, creating space, and in a daring move, hurled her spear at me. Raising the shaft of Libril, I deflected the spear, which spun wildly before vanishing far into the sky.
Letting go of one’s weapon is a foolish act. Yet, even after throwing her spear, Marnella wasn’t empty-handed.
A whip, concealed at her waist, lashed out like a ferocious snake, coiling around Libril and seizing it.