Lightning fast

Leaving only his words there, D kicked
off the ground. Lightning fast, there would be no escaping him. Drawing his
sword in midair, he pulled it to his right side. Just as he landed, his deadly
thrust became a flash of silver that sank into the Count’s chest.
There was the sound of flesh striking flesh.
“Eh?!”

For the first time, a look of surprise surfaced in D’s handsome but
normally expressionless countenance. His longsword was stopped dead,
caught between the Count’s palms about eight inches from the tip.
Moreover, from their respective stances, D was in a far better position to
exert more force upon the sword, but though he put all his might behind it,
the blade wouldn’t budge an inch, just as if it was wedged in a wall.

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