[i]At the sound of plasma rifle discharging, Fenrir pivoted, thrusting out his hand, palm open, as he spun to the left. Blue flame as those exuding from his eyes coalesced, forming a massive great sword from the tip of the blade to the pommel. He stopped when the pommel had formed, clutching the blade out of the air single-handedly and catching the bolt with the blade. The plasma collided with the ancient sword, blooming out in a miniature of an atom bomb detonation. However, as the plasma went out, it was drawn back in, absorbed by the blade. All this transpired in seconds, his speed made evident to his opponent. He lowered the sword to his side, glaring in the direction from which the shot had come. The temperature began to rise at a sharper rate.[/i]