The axe rose again, splitting the air like a comet forced to obey the grip of one hand. Sylvia held her breath for a moment not out of fear, but to reset her rhythm; anchoring her focus, suppressing the small waves of panic trying to slip through the cracks of her mind.
WHUUUUUM! KRAAANG! BOOOOM!!!
The next impact didn't strike her body, but it was close enough to shatter the stone slabs into shards that rained across her gown. The heat from the friction in the air was like a slap. Sylvia ducked, stepping sideways, then darted to the Titan's left side with nearly invisible acceleration.
"Deadlock Field."
The air around her thickened. Within a thirty-meter radius, time seemed to turn into a viscous liquid. Dark runes lit up on the floor circles locking atop each other like old keys forced into the wrong door. The pressure of the field bound any movement that didn't belong to death itself.
The Ancient Titan faltered for half a second only half a second, but enough for an opening.
