He rolled his eyes, and gave her a quick smack to the back of the head before moving forward.<br/><br/>He had to admit, as suddenly time seemed to slow for him again and his mind sharpened, that the routine, while basic, was at least adequate, if only because of the sheer power of the blows. He didn't duck or try to jump over the ax, instead doing a side jump that let him land ON the blade, and slapped the adhesive charge on its 'elbow' as he allowed himself to roll off to the side. He then flipped backwards, and activated the charging primer, and grinned as it went off in the 'weak' spot on the arm, hopefully severing the forearm and blade.