Shakugan no Shana Vol 5 pg 140

The patterns of movement accumulated over more than a decade of clashing with the
skeleton, the images of how to deal with them, continued to grant the girl a chance of victory
at every moment.
Tenmoku Ikko pursued the girl, who calmly ran down the steps.
Just then, the girl suddenly reversed her direction. She began what seemed like a reckless
charge toward the approaching armored warrior.
Tenmoku Ikko, needing a foothold to deliver a faster, more powerful slash, aligned the
position of its stepping foot with the edge of the step as it met the girl’s charge. It had no
other choice.
And the girl saw through the position of that step-in, and the distance at which the ōdachi
would surely arrive. From which direction would it come, from below, above, or the side?
Seeing the origin of the movement,
‘Above!’
Instead of evading outside the blade as before, she advanced forward. A lock of her bangs,
shimmering amidst crimson sparks, was cut off; in exchange, the girl had closed in on
Tenmoku Ikko’s right shoulder. She grabbed its thick, armored right arm as it swung past
with her own right arm, and slammed her left arm into Tenmoku Ikko’s side.
“How’s this!”
It was not a punch. Her hand, from the wrist down, had sunk into its side.
Clunk. Tenmoku Ikko froze, like a doll whose batteries had been removed.