The blade of black mana came crashing down toward his chest, carrying enough force to easily split him in half.
Hajin didn't have time to dodge or stand up, but his reflexes took over before his mind could even process the full scope of the danger. He flicked his right wrist violently, the links of the chain instantly unspooling from his arm and shooting upward.
It wrapped tightly around Maren's wrist a split second before the blade could connect.
The sudden halt completely arrested Maren's downward momentum, leaving the jagged edge of the demonic weapon hovering just inches above Hajin's heart.
"What?" Maren gasped, his distorted voice cracking with pure confusion.
Hajin didn't answer, gripping the chain tightly and pouring his mana straight into the links. He planted his boots into the dirt, using Maren's own forward momentum against him as he hauled his arm sideways with everything he had.
