The ferocious face of the sergeant was close at hand.
The sword light flickered, and the armed sword was like a silver venomous snake, hissing through the air towards Jeanne's head.
The tip of the sword was no more than half a foot away from her neck; she had no time to defend, let alone release a spell.
Besides the futile gesture of raising her short sword, she had no means to respond.
Exerting all her effort to turn her head slightly, Jeanne tried her best to minimize the range that the sword might hurt.
"Pop——"
Blood splattered all over Jeanne's face, but it wasn't her own.
Blinking her eyes, Jeanne looked ahead in confusion.
The armed sword in the sergeant's hand flew off, and the ferocious face was gone too.
Rather than saying the face was gone, it would be more accurate to say the head that carried that face was gone.
Before Jeanne was only a neck spraying blood, fountains of it gushing from the severed neck.
Just like Horn had once been.
