Klein's blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, aiming straight for Aeshma's nape. The entity, anticipating the movement, twisted with supernatural flexibility; she dodged the thrust by a fraction of a millimeter, so that the katana only grazed a few locks of her dark hair. The weapon's edge tore through the ash-laden atmosphere. Aeshma, far from being unbalanced by this attack, immediately pivoted on her heel to face her opponents. Her left hand described a wide circular motion, releasing a gravitational wave of such density that the ground, within a five-meter radius, sank under the pressure. The stone slabs shattered into fine dust, leaving behind only a smoking crater.
