"Fuck," muttered Sarah as she grew helpless. The attack was sure to end her life in a single blow, something that concerned her greatly. Never having experienced such a pressure, Sarah fell to her knees. Gasps escaped her lips as she desperately tried to steady her haggard breathing.
'I didn't even get to activate my Path of Power,' Sarah let out a bitter chuckle, gazing at the monstrosity that stood before her. Before she'd noticed, Durendal rested on her neck, exuding an aura that seemed both chaotic and orderly.
Durendal's hilt was within the palms of an existence whom Sarah admired. However, as she gazed at his figure, only fear remained engraved within. She didn't dare move a muscle, fearful of the consequences.
"You win," the woman softly muttered, averting her gaze. Soon, the pressure lessened as the cold sensation on her neck disappeared. Allowing her to breathe, Alex wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.