[ He instantly realizes he's managed to gain the upper hand by bypassing the time it takes for the whip to fully execute an attack. Instead of using the breadth of the weapon to bodily greet her, his shield arm defers at the last second. His other arm rises, baring the flat of it to come against her downward swing. It stalls them both there, with him lunged beneath the curvature of how she'd intended to attack him.
A breath comes and goes, and Allelujah pushes her off with his arm, arcing the shield at her legs. There is time to move, and more than that, a rhythm, should she choose to accept it. ]
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A breath comes and goes, and Allelujah pushes her off with his arm, arcing the shield at her legs. There is time to move, and more than that, a rhythm, should she choose to accept it. ]