<Snipped quote by Etcetera>
*The broadsword crashes through her head straight into the ground, as she had teleported backwards.*
∆: You're not making this easy, are you?
*In a quick flash, the broadsword is cut in half, and it seems Delta hasn't moved at all*
∆: You wanna have a talk or something?
*Grins wildly at the response, as the disembodied chant grows in intensity to "cut cut cut cut slice slice slice slice kill kill kill kill"*
...
*Drags my finger across my tongue and then holds it up as if testing the direction of the wind, and the entire world begins to lurch sideways like gravity shifted off-center*