With a kick, I leapt off the ground. Sporting Strengthening no ordinary magus could
hope to match, my leap sent mud splattering all around as I soared through the
cramped forest, the scythe's blade heedless of the tight quarters.
The blade clearly slashed through the cat.
But.
The scythe, which could even cut through the spirits of the dead, caused only a light
ripple as it passed through the paper-thin cat. Shaking as if to throw off the rain, it
reached out to counter attack with its claws.
Flipping backwards through the air, the claws took a few strands of my hair with them
as I evaded, ample proof that the cat's speed was on par with my own, or perhaps even
higher.
(Even faster than me...?)
That fact struck hard.

The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II, Volume 3, Chapter 2, Part 3