The empress saw Han Sen stop with the intent to grab the spear that she held. She spun it in a bid to strike him. But as the spear spun, it disappeared from her hands. Where it went, Han Sen could not keep track of.
He didn't much care for this, though. All Han Sen wanted to do was focus on channeling energy and power into his greatsword for an attack of his own.
The angelic sword drifted in and out of reality, hovering amidst shards of distorted dimensions. It was like the image of some magical blade, taken from an ancient tale.
Han Sen held it, now ready to slash the empress.
"Die!" the empress yelled, as a creepy and excited look flashed across her face. The spear had appeared in front of Han Sen.
The empress thought she could plunge the spear through Han Sen's head before his sword landed a strike.
Slash!
The empress' eyes opened wide in utter shock.
