Though I didn't have the slightest intention of mercy, the scythe stopped just before making contact.
It wasn't a Rune. At this point, I had expected some sort of Runes to be used as part of her defense. But that bizarre impact...
"It seems the magi gathered here, you included, have misunderstood something," Touko whispered. Among the sounds of rain, that voice seemed to creep along the ground. "If you want to be the strongest magus, there is no need to get your hands dirty yourself. Ah, perhaps that Lord El-Melloi II understands after all. It was probably the greatest reason why he survived his previous war."
Even though we were basically in contact with each other, her voice seemed incredibly far away.
At some point, Touko had taken out a bag, and was now holding it in her right hand. The bag, which seemed even too large to effectively be used for travelling, opened to reveal nothing but empty blackness. Even my Strengthened perception couldn't pierce through that darkness, like the black itself had become something solid within the bag.
Within that darkness, there were two.
"One must simply call forth the strongest, or make them."
Within the bag, those two shined.
Eyes.
I was frozen.
At last, I understood why my scythe had stopped. Touko hadn't done anything. I was just afraid. Somewhere deep inside, I understood the monster that was hidden within that bag. That's right. Doesn't the shape of that bag remind you of something?
Too large to really be called a bag, it was a cube.
Just like Add - it was a box, within which was hiding some sort of mythical creature, wasn't it?
Case Files III, Chapter 2, Part 3