Lyra sensed the shift in the air.
Her danger sense screamed at her before her eyes could even catch what was happening, and her body reacted almost on instinct as she quickly turned around.
"AHHHHH!!!"
She jumped slightly into the air while twisting her body sharply, bringing her scythe around at the same time. The weapon rotated in her hands, the long blade cutting through the cold air as she tried to place it between herself and the incoming gunshots.
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
The bullets crashed against the metal blade one after another.
Sparks scattered across the air.
Lyra's wrists shifted with every impact, her arms moving in small but precise adjustments as she used the scythe to block Ezra's shots. She did not simply hold the weapon in front of herself and hope that the bullets would hit it. Each shot came from a slightly different angle, forcing her to rotate the scythe again and again while her body continued moving through the air.
