The moment he reappeared in his standing position, what he would've seen should be most satisfactory: Olivier at a kneel and grasping at her arm, his moves apparently having slashed through an attempted defense and clear through her armor; all the while trying, unsuccessfully, to stand without the aid of her sword. Her face reading worry, attempted to cover with the same defiantly furious grimace that she'd been giving him since she became aware he was a malevolent entity.
In reality, however, what the eyes would've seen was an illusion, cast by the manipulating of light, intricately designed to produce the show. What he really would've slashed would've been Durandal and its scabbard, placed into the ground, so he would at least register feeling upon contact. But not even then would she cease the illusion, nor the bending of light around her true self, but a few metres behind, invisible. Allowing not even a second to pass between his reappearance, she rocketed forward at 59,958,491 metres per second, snatching the items up from the field, crossing the distance in less than a second. Yet displaying a perfectly fine control even at such high speeds, she readied her sword and scabbard, using the latter as a defensive tool, bringing down a mighty overhead right slash with Durandal, unleashing a massive burst of energy even before contact, manifesting physically as a blinding trail of light reaching out for miles from the point of release; a wide burst at first, then gradually narrowing as she cut off the flow and it dissipated.
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