Eyes wide, Adam barely had time to catch his reflection on the silvery edge of the sword. The brutal whistle sliced locks of sky-blue hair. He felt the icy metal kiss his scalp, about to cleave his head as easily as a watermelon.
'Damn it!'
With an inner roar, he sent a desperate burst of mana beneath his feet while cancelling the spell he permanently kept active to reduce the weight of his bones. The rocky ground rippled as if someone had hurled a boulder on the surface of a lake that could not support the new burden.
The blade carved a searing, bloody line on his scalp. His heart pounded against his ribs, his pulse drumming in his ears. Blood spewed down his forehead, a scarlet veil covering his vision. Yet, before the massive sword reached the bones, he fell through the ground, vanishing in its depths.
CRACK
Metal crashed on stones, gravel shooting through the walls like shrapnel.
