Of all his carefully made mistakes, he made a single correct assumption; she was certainly probing. Had he not morphed his weapon in close quarters when he stole her expensive contact lens? Did he not morph his weapon against her blade barrier? Did he not examplify its morphic strength with this Hydra beast? She had found a series of patterns - of rules that Shin preferred to play with. Furthermore, she never forgot details.
She expected point blank feints
With the world ticking slowly by like the hands of a grandfather clock, she witnessed the barrier dialate and open like a blooming flower in a surprisingly high definition that plasma screens could only immitate. This would be no matter. All of her stores were still stocked, and they would be released like a spear into the Kraken regardless.
The moment the tip of her sword passed through the opening the ghostly blue charge would be released in wide, reaching branches that would lash out at all of the space beside and afront of her before fizzling out in a brilliant burst of violet starfire. No matter how careful his eye, most humans --ascended or not-- had trouble reacting to stimuli within a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second. That spoke nothing of his Hydra, which contained far more surface area than the measly Shin by comparison.
This action would once again leave them free falling, as originally intended. His staff arm, which was fused with his shield would be destroyed by the same processes that stopped the Hydra, given it was the object closest to the discharge. the rules still applied; if he did not let go, he would be subject to the ionized wrath as well. In a seccond flat, she'd be upon him like a bat out of hell.
In mid-air, and subject to the laws of a free-floating environment, Shin would find himself assaulted by a total of nine Guardian Edge Claymore's, and nine accompanying strikes. They would come to perform his enneasection infernally quick, so quick that she disappeared between each cut and stab. Instead of a single warrior assaulting with a single weapon, Shin would instead see the faint flicker of her apparition over each sword as they cut. It would all come to a head when she'd reappear a final time above him with an overhead, two handed cleave downward. The blades would reappear with her, alligned into elegant blade-wings. From this position, her back would be to the sun, but staring directly into Shin's eye.
If he saw her sillhouette, she may have truly appeared to be an angel of death.