Keeping my eyes on Touko, I used the force of my spin to bring a diagonal slash down.
Add had already absorbed all the magical energy he needed from the atmosphere.
Compared to when I was fighting that cat, I was many levels higher - at this point, the
amount of magical energy circulating through my body had reached critical levels.
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 traveling, 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.

The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II, Volume 3, Chapter 2, Part 3