Death's pause gave Alex a pause as well. He waited for her, ready to take the hit with the nigh-indestructible sword, but Death didn't give him the opportunity to test it out.
She didn't attack.
He waited for a long time; with Death, even seconds felt like minutes. And yet as the wait continued, so did they. Neither moved an inch.
Alex stared into Death's eyes, seeing almost a sense of sanity in them. It was almost like there were thoughts racing through her mind behind those eyes. And somehow, they seemed vacant at the same time. Confused, but vacant.
He didn't know what to do.
Alex stood in one place for a long time before slowly lowering his sword. No attack was coming, it seemed. In that moment, he wondered if he should start attacking her. But he quickly gave up on the idea.
Some sort of opportunity had shown itself to him, and he didn't want to ruin it just yet. In the list of things he wanted to do while Death was inactive, fighting her was the last one.
