Ryonosuke's glaive came down like a falling pillar and Vex caught it on her sword with both hands locked on the grip. The impact cratered the stone beneath her boots and sent a shockwave through her arms that rattled every bone from wrist to shoulder.
The Mad Dog of the Fujimori, one of their highest-level enforcers, smiled down at her through the lock with his teeth red and his bare arms bulging with veins that pulsed at the surface, and the gap in their raw strength was so vast that holding the parry felt like bracing against a collapsing ceiling.
"Hah! That's a nice face you're making, white-haired lass! Push even harder and I'll feel great when I cut your head off!"
She pushed, and her curses were already weaving while she held.
