The sudden attack made Scathach frown slightly. Standing in the center of the battlefield and facing Esdeath's ambush, her heart remained utterly calm.
Esdeath's Ice Spikes tore through the air like silver lightning, carrying bone-chilling cold as they shot straight for Scathach's throat.
The rapidly approaching Ice Spikes were reflected in Scathach's pupils, but her figure blurred in an instant.
It was not a simple movement. At a speed nearly impossible for the naked eye to follow, she left afterimages in space and deftly evaded Esdeath's fatal strike.
Only someone with absolute confidence and control over their body and martial skill could perform such an exquisite evasion, like a butterfly flitting among flowers.
It even gave the impression that evading did not put her at a disadvantage, but instead gave her the upper hand.
Scathach had not relied on Cú Chulainn's "Protection from Arrows." That power belonged to him, not her.
What she relied on was her sharp intuition and the combat experience accumulated through countless life-and-death battles.
Those things allowed her to make the right choice at the most dangerous moments.
Moreover, Scathach enjoyed this feeling. She would not depend on more convenient abilities, because she was a SOLDIER, not a pampered Queen.
Esdeath's Ice Spikes swept past Scathach, stirring a frigid gust.
Watching Scathach lightly evade her attack, a flicker of surprise flashed through her eyes.
Yet her movements did not pause. Instead, they became even swifter.
Her long, pale leg lashed out, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, instantly freezing over.
Countless ice crystals burst from the earth and rapidly condensed into massive Ice Pillars that shot toward Scathach.
Seeing this, a trace of admiration flashed through Scathach's eyes.
She had not expected Esdeath's ice abilities to be so