"RUAAARGHHHHH!"
The guardian let out a deafening roar upon being slashed by Aestrea's swords.
The vortex where its head should be spun violently, pulling in fragments of time and memory from the surroundings.
Its severed arm began regenerating instantly, new starlight weaving together into a larger, sharper limb.
It retaliated without pause.
The guardian swung its newly formed arm in a horizontal arc, the crystallized time blade extending mid-swing to become hundreds of meters long.
The air screamed as the blade cut through space itself.
WHIIIIIIISH!
Slit...!
Aestrea leaped backward, but the edge still grazed his chest.
His obsidian skin split open, black divine blood erupting outward in a pressurized spray.
The wound aged rapidly for a split second before his chaos energy burned the temporal effect away.
He didn't retreat and used the momentum to spin mid-air and brought both swords down in a devastating overhead strike.
SHIIIIIIING!
