The goddess swung her axes up. She was still far away; she must have misjudged the distance— No!
Chelsea ran toward the goddess without a thought. She ran like a peppy magical girl in an anime opening—she was thinking of Riccabel in particular. But the enemy wasn't too far away; she hadn't made a mistake. Chelsea was the one who had it wrong. The enemy's axes had a wider attack range than they seemed to. As the enemy swung them, the axes writhed, and their gray, rocklike texture turned into something red and rough like sand, and right as they were about to strike, Chelsea flung herself up like she was doing a high jump over a bar, puffing out her chest and spreading her arms wide as she emphasized her girlish brilliance. The sand axes didn't hit Chelsea, striking the ground instead and kicking up dust.
—Volume 15, Page 8