John's Death?

An endless storm of razor-sharp Ice crystals, all heading straight towards the long white haired young man. 

As the number of wounds and cuts quickly began to increase, the young man's rapier started glowing even brighter than before. 

John who noticed this slowly got up from his seat on the tree, after catching his breath before slowly walking to the middle of the frozen field. 

As he did so, John's eyes widened before he raised both of his arms and pointed them straight at the man who was cutting all the Ice Crystals above him. 

The young man was getting faster, so fast that each swing was generating enough wind pressure to keep him up in the air. 

John couldn't believe his eyes, there was no doubt that Time had slowed down, so how? How could a person of this level exist? 

"Roma Caput columnas extenditur glacies" Muttered John as he tried to keep himself calm / Translation: Extended Razor Ice Pillars