“Well then—prepare yourself.”

The Fragrant Olive Sword readily traced an arc as it pointed at
the sky, wielded vertically.

A fleeting silence.

Tearing through the air, the golden light rushed on.
His two eyes opened to their limits, Kirito moved his right
hand so fast it became a blur.

A shrill, metallic noise. A streak of sparks.

He didn't take it on, but let it flow past. The swords made
contact at the lowest possible angle and Alice's absurdly heavy
attack was averted by the slightest margin.

(Alicization Rising, 322)