Even as the broadsword descended upon my head, I didn't move.
No, I couldn't move. There was no way I could evade that attack in time, so I didn't even bother to try. Instead, I went for a technique that would give me a higher chance of defending against what would otherwise be a sure-kill strike, no matter how slight.
Clink!
"?!"
Eliza's eyes widened when she saw the ice freeze around her broadsword and encase her arms, stopping her in place. The frozen broadsword stopped a couple of millimeters away from my forehead, entombed in ice.
"You…!" she snarled.
