It was only Alice who truly understood what had happened in that instant.
When her scythe reached Ethan's neck, her intention was never to sever his head. She was not that reckless and psychotic, nor was this some mindless outburst driven by bloodlust.
This was still a duel, and Alice was fully aware of that fact.
Her plan had been simple.
She would just make a shallow cut. Enough to draw blood, enough to make Ethan feel the blade against his throat and make him panic for a split second.
The moment he reacted, the moment his focus turned to his neck. Alice would use short teleportation again, reappearing when she one was, and using his panic to her advantage, she would knock his fence down with the base of his scythe.
But, something unexpected happened.
Just when her blade pierced just a layer of his skin. She felt an overwhelming rage bestowed upon her body, it was so rough that she was not in the position to breath.
