The serrated jaws of the Kamertonis voraciously tore through the turf and grass as Leaven struck the blade into the ground before him. The air blast crashed into the weapon like a starved boar, and surged outward and to the side, forming a sharp bow shock around the Kamertonis and Leaven himself. A loud screech sliced through the din of the air blast as the high-speed wind savagely fought through the gap between the two blades of Leaven's sword, causing the latter to shiver a little. Just at the moment when the core of X's blast passed through the Kamertonis, the thinnest of brilliant white strings momentarily flared in the split, vanishing with a moribund flash.

As the winds calmed, Leaven decided not to waste any more time. He tore the Kamertonis from its earthen shackles, raising a fountain of earth mixed with foliage, and, head bowed, dashed toward X in a curved path. Dragging the sword along the wind with his left hand, he violently thrust it downward in front of his feet, using it in a pole-like fashion to propel himself upward. After a flip in the air, he brought down the blade in a decisive chop at X's right shoulder.

Naturally, such a weak, barely sharpened blade would do little more then dent - or, in X's scenario, hardly even scratch - any sort of metallic armour. The sword could not boast being magical or, indeed, infused with any sort of power at all. Its single offensive ability required circumstances which couldn't manifest under current conditions - but Leaven did not keep the Kamertonis for its offensive power, he's got enough himself. This time, it is nothing more than a gauge, a measurement instrument...