Shiki ducks, and darts forward. Overhead, long coils of dark ropes whip through the air where her head had been, just barely brushing against fluttering strands of white hair.

'Larue! Hold her back! '

The glowing construct of a giant hand materializes directly in the middle of her path, dwarfing her entirely. Its intentions are entirely obvious, as the titanic hand presses forward and

down,

blotting out the night sky above '

Shiki cuts through it without pause, blade raised overhead. Then her second hand comes up to join the first in a firm two-handed grip, and she

swings

her sword forward.

Amid the crumbling sounds of falling rubble, there is a distinct

click,

the sound of a camera shutter. Another one of the curse users ' techniques, although its effects are not immediately apparent '