Tomoe moved first, and the difference was immediate. The ruby blade in her hand didn't behave like the weapon she had broken moments earlier.
There was nothing inside it except Tomoe herself. Every drop of blood had been formed from her Sword Will, every edge followed the same intent, and when she swung, Cassarae felt the warning from her own Will before she understood what Tomoe had done.
She barely raised the rusted sword in time.
The collision drove Cassarae backward across the plains with both feet carving trenches through the earth, the Guardian Angel Set screaming beneath the pressure while the formation surrounding the planet poured strength into her. She had more power available than Tomoe could possibly match, enough that their previous exchanges had slowly tipped in her favor, but none of it mattered when the ruby blade slipped around that power instead of confronting it.
