The tumbling wooden dragon, as well as the black pillar of flesh that was about to fall from the sky, both came to a halt under the restraint of an invisible force.
Mary had grown quite accustomed to enemies who suddenly "lay down their arms" mid-fight.
She quickly coordinated with Kamiyagawa, her red and black skirt fluttering as she charged up the gargantuan body of the Fallen Yamabiko with her grotesque phantom toy, the red spirit, and slashed away.
With a swift movement of her arm and the fall of her sword, she severed large chunks of writhing transparent black flesh.
Or she would simply plunge the thick crimson blade into the shell of Yamabiko, dragging and pulling to create a long gash.
The battle strategy against the Fallen Yamabiko had already formed in Kamiyagawa's mind.