"SUNSET SLASH!? SHE CAN USE SUNSET SLASH!? IS THIS A JOKE!? AM I DREAMING!? WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?"
The internal battle in my head goes unheard, of course.
My protector, after uttering words I thought only I was able to utter and achieve a result out of them, only slides First Dawn once through the air, sideways, along a very short path, as if to say, "I don't need to do much." then, the impossible happens as a result. All the spikes sent her way, the hurricane, the cold beam, and even Wolf Spirit Amaruq herself. All of that is slashed into unquantifiable pieces. Uncountable thin white waves of slashes, paint the sky from a single movement of her hand. Amaruq dies instantly, no blood splatters. Her body vanishes after being split into a million pieces as if merging with the wind. The hurricane dissipates similarly and under the same duration. All along with the spikes of ice. And the cold beam. Everything.
