Nimbly lowering her waist, she brandished her Fragrant Olive
Sword flat on her left.

Dobaa! With that tremendously hefty slashing sound, the
golden shimmer from her sword flash brightly enough to blind
even in the dim light.

A single, mere middle slash without feints or linked
techniques—it was what would be called a basic technique in
the «Aincrad style», «Horizontal». However, its speed and
weight were enough to make cold sweat gush out from me just
by gazing at it from the side. What cornered me without
difficulty in that battle on the eightieth floor was the
overwhelming degree of completeness in that single strike that
forgave neither evasion nor defense. It was a might that easily
pulverized my belief in the excellence of consecutive hit skills
that I held throughout my long years of living in VRMMOs.

Before Alice, still after having swung her sword, the four arms
of the two minions fell. Following that, despite how they should
have been beyond her reach, their torsos split apart around
their chests without a sound.

Dusky blood heartily spewed out from the monsters that
crashed without letting out a single scream. Naturally, not a
single drop came into contact with Alice.

The integrity knight who roused her body as though nothing
had actually happened turned to me, still stuck in a one-sided
defensive battle, and spoke in a vaguely sarcastic tone.

“Would you require any assistance?”

“…N-No thank you.”

(Alicization Dividing, 66)