The surroundings seemingly blurred, the only things that Azrael perceived were himself, his foe, and the distance separating them.
Inhaling deeply, his body tensed. Raising his leg, he kicked the Unworthy Knight with all the might he could muster. Usually, due to their weight difference, the abomination shouldn't have staggered back. However, Azrael had acted faster than it could react. After blocking the strike that was meant to end Isolde's life, he repositioned his scythe behind his foe's legs.
The blade hooked and swept. The knight stumbled forward from the scythe and backward from the kick, losing balance and tilting, seconds from collapse.
But it wasn't going to fall quietly. Its blade shifted midair, now targeting Azrael.
Calling forth Mother Needle once more, he intercepted the attack even if he was forced to take a step back.
The abomination used its palm to shoot itself upwards from the ground before Azrael could use the moment.
