As Beam's arm twitched again for another jab, the Half-Titan unleashed a vicious swing towards Beam's head. It was perfectly timed, all in line with that reality that Beam had been creating, that sense of expectancy, that the attacks would rain down in this position, regularly.
But as it threw its overhand, Beam was already ducking down, in a slash of his sword that started at the ground and flew up towards the Konbreaker's torso. He'd won the exchange – that much was clear, as the wind rushed past his ear, and his balance was perfectly contrary to the Half-Titan's, he landed an attack clean on its torso.
Of course, an attack on the torso of this shelled Half-Titan meant very little. As Beam had expected, the edge of his sword couldn't catch, he couldn't lacerate the shell. If he'd put any more force in, then his blade would have shattered.
