"YAHOOO!"
Adam's nails dug into his palms.
For a single heartbeat, all other sounds faded except for the scream of Desmond and the whistle of the Chronoscar. Time was running short, and Louis could look for them at any moment. Not that it would matter. The golem would kill them before that.
They wouldn't have another chance to defeat her.
His eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the blade close on her neck. A tingling sensation flared behind his neck, and just as it did, she did the unthinkable.
She leaned back—no, fell from the chaotic space she had been riding. But not entirely. Using the gap in her armored heel, she spun around it, landing upward after the blade passed her by. Simultaneously, her blade flashed with a light beam trapped in a dark tear in space.
The sound of slicing metal broke the silence.
