Swish.
Miguel charged forward with a swiftness that defied the laws of physics, closing the gap between himself and No. 206 in a single breath. His cursed katana gleamed malevolently as he slashed forward, aiming to decapitate the petrified enemy.
But No. 206, despite his momentary petrification, was not as defenseless as he seemed. In a display of uncanny reflexes, the golden spear he wielded moved on its own accord, intercepting Miguel's sword slash with a resounding clash of metal against metal. The spear, guided by an unseen force, blocked the attack with an eerie precision that defied explanation.
Peng.