It was a rainy and muddy night, there was no one in the macabre place, only rocks, mountains, and trees.
That place did not have a good reputation, people were afraid to go there because if they went they could die.
But a girl… not a child remained in that cursed place, there was no fear in her eyes, and there was no emotion even in the situation she found herself in.
Her body was bleeding, her breathing was heavy, and blood was running down her entire arm, all she had was a knife and determination in her eyes the girl would not give up even in such a miserable state.
Her opponent surrounded her watching her, saliva descended from his mouth drooling imagining its taste, one thing was easy to guess he was hungry… but so was she.
Bigger than any adult the girl had ever seen, that wolf… no that monster would put fear in anyone who saw it, and the creature would try to run for its life, however, the child was strange, it had always been different since its birth.
The beast couldn't wait any longer and leaped at its prey making a ghoulish sound, the little warrior just stood there with her knife to counterattack.
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A bonfire brought the heat that protected her from the cold of the night, the girl who was wearing something similar to a white toga, was sitting near the bonfire to shelter from the cold and wait for her meat to cook, the carcass of the animal was not located far away without the flesh, the skin was being worn as a coat, her white dress was bloody her face was dirty, it looked like the girl had faced hell.
Even in that situation all her mind could think of was the meal while her stomach growls, the child picks up the meat roasted on a skewer and takes a good bite without even waiting for it to cool down without caring about the taste, one thing she knew well ONLY THE STRONGEST SURVIVE.
GRAND ORDER
-3-
Her eyes open revealing her situation, Scathach had fallen into an old tent, and the goddess felt something she hadn't felt in a long time PAIN touching her torso, and no doubt some ribs were cracked.
Feeling a thirst for blood coming towards her, her Instincts warned her of what was to come, looking up at the blonde spearman and intertwined teeth falling from the heavens, pointing the spear at her head, noticing that the goddess put mana in her arms and uses a mana boost causing the berserker spearman to end up hitting the ground.
In the air the woman can see the situation her master was being hanged to death, the shield girl as much as it was admirable her effort to try to protect was limited by being half-servant so she had no chance against a full servant, the saber was not in sight, not forgetting that they were surrounded.
Scathach had no time to think, just act throwing his spear so hard that with normal eyes it would be impossible to see the woman holding the master coming towards her.
seeing something approaching she turned her head but it was too late the Assassin-Berserker would not be able to dodge in time, her luck was that the blow was redirected with a kick in the middle of the spear delivered by the blue-haired Saint, causing the spear flies around and ends up getting stuck in a wall of a house.
Drawing her master's attention and falling onto a roof of a house, the goddess runs across the surface at extreme speed, drawing runes that begin to glow, causing a flurry of fire projectiles to split and advance towards the masked woman and the Saint.
The only choice she had was to get out of the way to not be hit, her master was on her knees trying to recover the air while the projectiles exploded behind her, one of the projectiles that separated advanced and hit the man a little behind with the foil making him be thrown, but he positions his body in the air and lands near his allies.
Mashu takes advantage of the opening and catches her master with a left arm using all the strength in the legs, the shield-class servant breaking the ground and moving away from danger.
"Look at that, I didn't expect you to continue existing for so long, I must admit you've been quite useful until now, but now I don't need your existence anymore" metallic boots noise echoed louder and louder as the woman approached.
Jeanne recognized this voice... this voice... it was hers.
Looking up with a surprised look on her face, the ruler class servant couldn't believe her eyes "how?!"
"Like what, don't believe your eyes and ears" A depraved smile came from the face of the woman who was identical to her.
"I… don't understand, if you're me… then why…" The ruler can't finish her sentence.
"Why? Why not? The wretches ended my life without thinking twice, so it's only fair to do the same to everyone, don't you think" said the witch as she looked at her reflection in the sword, turning a little to see her doppelganger.
Ruler holds his sword and points to the woman with her face "Everything that happened, it's part of the Lord's plan, no sin was committed" Jeanne says looking into her eyes that just return a disgusted expression.
Murmurs could be heard coming from her doppelganger as she lowered her head and looked at the ground "hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE FANTASTIC SERIOUSLY HOW COULD SOMEONE BE BORN SO STUPID IT'S HILARIOUS HAHAHAHA" the roof of a building explodes revealing purple and red energy behind the witch who lifted her head and looked up at the heavens while he couldn't stop laughing.
It sends a shiver down her spine looking at what was happening in front of her, the dragon witches advanced at a frightening speed, and Ruler's sword blocks hers but the alarming strength of the doppelganger pushes the woman a considerable distance.
A sword against sword, the two women were there, one looking at the other a smile came over the witch's face.
"Tell me, was it worth it, all the sacrifice you committed, all the suffering... everything, if it was worth it then you did all this just to be a pig to be slaughtered" the words came hitting deeper than any blade.
"... I don't regret it, for the people who were saved, yes it was worth it" there was determination in the woman's words.
"Fantastic, saving these people only to have you thrown into the fire at the end... yes really something deserving" These words cut deep, Ruler was surprised and couldn't counteract the words of the witch.
The witch took advantage of the slip and kicked Ruler's foot making her lose balance, and delivering a horizontal cut aimed at the neck, Ruler blocked it preventing it from being decapitated, noticing something hot on her chest, she looked down and saw a hand emanating flames.
A great blast of fire shot out Ruler into the distance.
"You're not tired of this little good girl, you never thought to tell him to FUCK OFF is liberating" said the witch as she thrust the sword into the ground causing a wave of fire to advance.
Ruler notices this and with all her strength places the flag on the ground that was now slightly burned, creating a shield of holy energy.
After the fire subsided revealing the damaged shield and Ruler breathing heavily, it brought a smile to the dragon witch's face, if it continued like this the ruling class servant wouldn't resist for long.
The top floor of the building had collapsed, and Saber used a mana blast to escape the Berserker's clutches.
Inside the building, the man moved like an enraged animal, even in such a small space he used the walls to give momentum and advance the Saber, even unarmed the beast always attacked and grabbed points in her body that made it difficult to use the sword.
When the Berserker got close with its monstrous speed, the Instincts warned her, preparing for the confrontation, a wave of mana ran through her body and delivered a blow charged with energy, destroying the wall in front of her, but the maddened beast did something that one would not imagine at all of a Berserker.
With the edge of the sword sheathed in prana, the Berserker seeing the attack coming towards him grabbed Saber's arm before the mana was released and redirected the attack, surprising the corrupted servant.
"ARTHURRRRRRRRRRRR" with a scream of pure fury he threw the woman to the ground shaking the whole building, lifting his boot and preparing to break her skull the servant of the sword, noticed this and with one of the hands to hold his boot preventing it that of crushing her head.
"I am disappointed in you Lancelot attacking your king like that, such an action would get you executed" from this the king looked at the knight, his words created an unexpected reaction from the servant of madness.
"EXECUTION…YOU..YOU DON'T…..
WHEN … THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT … ME AND … GUINEVERE … WHAT YOU DID … WHEN … EVERYONE WAS COMMENTING AND … QUESTIONING YOUR … AUTHORITY FOR LETTING … THIS HAPPENS WHAT YOU DID … NOTHING NOTHING … WHEN GUINEVERE COULD NOT STAND THE SITUATION AND TAKING HER OWN OUT LIFE WHAT DID YOU DO WHAT DID YOU DID WHAT DID DO… YOU NOTHING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXECUTED I WAITED TO YOU GIVE THE ORDER FOR MY EXECUTION BUT… YOU DIDN'T AND LET ME LIVE WITH THIS SIN AR…..THUR" this caused a genuine surprise in the king who locked her heart and rid herself of the emotions.
The crazed Man moved the target of his boot, surprising the saber and hitting the floor on the side of her head, he grabbed it by the hair and threw it at the wall cause throughout the entire building.
Not having time to react, she is met with a kick to the chest causing the wall to collapse and throwing her off the building.
Scathach notices Saber flying from the building along with the maddened Knight chasing her. The goddess raises her hand calling her weapon. The crimson spear hears its call and disconnects from the spot it was trapped in, only to be met by another accurate kick knocking it away once more.
The crimson-haired woman locked gazes with the blue-haired Saint, the doomed group was taking away their chance to strike back, the situation was getting worse by the moment for their group.
Hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps, Scathach turns his head noticing the servant with the foil attacking and aiming for his right eye. The woman in a quick action, the goddess uses her fingers to stop the attack, the servant tried to put more strength into his attack but it had no effect, the force of the woman was incomparable.
Blood stakes roamed the floor and spread on the wall of the building, feeling a large amount of mana coming towards her, released the foil and jumped causing the wave of death to hit the empty roof. But her opponent wasted no time, the man titled executioner was already on her back ready to cut her in two.
The goddess noticed this, and with a quick thought, the woman moved her fingers with impressive speed invoking runes. A Nordic symbol appeared next to the torso, that was all she managed to do in such a short time, the runes cushioning the blow. Even with all that, the goddess feels the ribs on the other side crack.
Great now it's both sides, and so the goddess is thrown from the air, landing next to where Saber was facing the Berserker.
Noticing the 'projectile' coming towards both of them, forcing the two knights to stop fighting and dodge, Saber sees in slow motion the goddess passing by her and gives a mocking smile to the goddess, noticing it as she passes uncontrolled.
Before hitting anything Scathach feels someone 'hug' her belly and at that moment the woman realized she was screwed 'Sabre this will cost you dearly' and so her back hits the ground creating a crater. Saint Martha, with incredible strength, gave the goddess a Suplex causing the wound in her ribs to get worse.
Wasting no time, Scathach concentrates the prana in her hands and uses the ground for momentum, freeing herself from the clutches of the woman who grabbed her. Even with his wounds, his fall was graceful.
Her mask was completely torn apart, the mail was damaged in several spots and her weapon was out of reach, the situation wasn't good. Besides where the archer was, he should be supporting. Noticing something hot running down her face, she touches it and sees a red liquid.
Looking at her bloodied hand, the goddess's hand clenched into a fist 'Archer when I find you you will pay for your negligence', the force placed on the palm of her hand was so strong that it started to bleed.
Blood stakes came towards her, forcing to the goodness move all the time, every time she summoned her weapon, it was stopped by the Saint and the other servants used this opportunity to attack her.
Noticing that the shield girl was having difficulties protecting the master from two servants and Saber couldn't get rid of the Berserker no matter how brutally her energized attacks, the situation became more and more dangerous. They were outnumbered for what they had in raw power, they lacked in numbers and teamwork if this continued they would not last.
"For someone with a body as delicate and beautiful as yours, you fight like a fierce warrior" a voice caught his attention, turning her head and noticing a white-haired woman sitting on a wall that looked like it would collapse at any moment.
The woman smiled "If you continue like this, everyone will die" this made the goddess' eyes widen.
Dodging attacks and redirecting them, trying to retrieve her weapon only to have her attempts frustrated, the woman looks at the servant sitting on that wall.
"Believe it or not, I want to see you win, I do though..." The goddess is hit in the left arm by one of the stakes.
"You'll have to try harder than that, it would be a tragedy for the journey to end so soon, maybe…" the goddess breathed heavily thinking of something that would help in this situation until she felt something "Maybe you need a MIRACLE"
The goddess makes a mighty leap breaking the ground and surprising the group only to see a red line coming towards the woman at an amazing speed.
Wasting no time, adjusting her body in the air, the woman grabs the object coming at high speed. It brings a smile to her face.
It was a crimson spear with an unquenchable thirst for blood, its glow lit up the night and with a smile on her face the goddess spoke for all to hear "Better prepare, because tonight ONLY THE STRONGEST SURVIVE"
After all this time she could play for real.
-3-
The place was covered in flames, molten rock, and burning trees.
A shield in the shape of flower petals had protected him, but there was a problem: the shield was not omnidirectional.
"Shit" the shroud had been completely incinerated, his armor could not withstand the heat, almost completely melted and his left arm had second-degree burns
With his good arm, he pulled the rest of the armor off his body and fell to the ground, revealing a gigantic x-shaped scar on his back.
Looking up, his eyes located his enemy, a gray dragon with a green mark. He was huge.
The dragon Fafnir, how lucky he was, 'If I felt pain, that would be unbearable' he thought as projected the bow.
At extreme speed the Archer fires projectiles at the dragon, causing a massive explosion, the legendary dragon just stood there in the air.
Not even a scratch had been caused on his opponent, the man didn't have time to shoot again the dragon started shooting fire all over the place and forced him to retreat.
Even though he couldn't feel pain, the burned arm wasn't responding well "This will be complicated", forcing the damaged arm, the man raised his bow with another hand and tranced a projectile in a macabre shape that appeared in red light.
His opponent noticed the action and seeing that his actions were having no effect, Fafnir prepared to attack the ant that refused to die.
With an acrobatic leap in the air, Archer has the vision of his opponent coming towards him, unsuccessfully he shoots his arrow tearing the skies, the arrow moves in a strange way making precise curves and dodging the actions of the dragon that tries to bite it, only to dodge and try to pierce the chest to some extent until it explodes creating a cloud of smoke.
The Ranger watched the cloud hoping it had done some damage.
Through clouds of smoke at a surprising speed for a creature this size. Fafnir appears in front of the bow warrior and opens its mouth to devour him.
Noticing this, he uses reinforcement in his legs and jumps, even with the quick actions the dragon manages to trap his leg in his mouth and carry him.
"You are an irritating being, did you know that?" His opponent seemed to have heard his comment and started to rise higher and higher.
"Shit" the archer knew what the dragon wanted to do and it wouldn't be good. He projects a sword he tried to pierce the skin but without success, his opponent noticing this begins to perform acrobatics in the air and bite even harder causing him to drop the weapon.
Noticing the lack of air and seeing that he didn't have much time until ran out of air "I don't think I have a choice", the archer used the hand that was trapped inside the dragon's mouth, projecting the same macabre weapon that he shot at his opponent
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As Fafnir rose and rose, its mouth started to glow red, when the dragon rose to a point where it couldn't see the clouds, that's when a big explosion inside its mouth happened and unlike the others, this one caused damage.
The two were falling, with the explosion the dragon released his arm but the explosion caused a lot of damage mainly to his already damaged arm.
If anyone looked up at the sky, they would think it was a falling meteor.
Wasting no time in his fall, the Archer projects the same weapon and bow, his arm does not respond being forced to reinforce it so that it begins to respond he begins to load the arrow.
The archer is thrown by the explosion falling on a dirt hill, he was finished with explosions so close to his body.
Fafnir fell to the ground causing a crater due to the acceleration of gravity.
"You must be kidding" the man notices the dragon get up from the crater showing only a small hole in his chest and take off looking at him, Fafnir looked angry.
Even in that situation, something clicked in his head 'Master', ignoring his enemy for a moment the man using his enhanced vision noticed Scathach being pressed by several servants and unarmed, Saber was in combat with a knight in black armor and Mashu was desperately trying to push away master of the remaining servants.
…
Seeing this he decided to make a decision that could cause his death.
Fafnir got tired of waiting and started sucking in air and puffing out his chest, this time it was different.
With his good hand, the Archer projects a weapon not an ordinary weapon, a crimson spear. The man uses reinforcement on his arm.
The symbol on the dragon's chest starts to glow and so does its mouth.
Looking his opponent in the eye, the Archer prepares. Spinning his body, he threw the spear in the opposite direction and prepared himself for what was to come.
Fafnir looked like it had already finished charging its attack, with a glow in its chest and mouth the dragon started to open its mouth until…
"?! Stopped, why did you stop?" This left the man confused. Fafnir stopped his attack, it looked like something caught his attention… he was looking at the spot he had thrown the spear as if someone was calling him, the dragon stayed there for a few moments only to start to rise it looked like it was prepared to leave.
Noticing that he wasted no time "Not so fast" with his good arm he projects a ghoulishly shaped dagger and uses the reinforcements once more for his arm to respond. The Archer carries the dagger for a few seconds and shoots the beast, the projectile begins to project chains on its handle hitting the beast and getting stuck in its skin, the action seemed to bother the beast but it just ignored it and flew away at great speed.
The archer grabs the chain and starts to be dragged, if he let Fafnir get to the master they would be dead.
"..." he wasn't in a good condition to stop the beast... even if he was it would still be a Heroic feat for there to be something he wasn't, all he had was willpower.
"Miserable beast, I won't let you" blue lines start glowing all over his body leading to tremendous stress.
Putting his boots on the ground and using enormous strength he begins to redirect the beast making it lose balance. Noticing the man, the dragon starts to hit the nearby mountain, knocking down stones to try to hit him.
He hit and hit-making it increasingly difficult to hold, the archer decided to use the wall to give momentum and with the reinforcements, in his legs, he jumped pulling the beast and making it roll over to the ground.
Fafnir glared at him angrily.
The man had chains in his hand and was swinging them in the air.
The dragon advances to attack making him get out of the way even with the attack he manages to throw the chain between his open mouth and so he is pulled once more.
Seeing that he was approaching the city where his master was, he decided to put the chain on his legs and project his bow.
Blades began to sprout from his damaged arm.
A drill-shaped arrow appeared in his hand.
Fafnir approaches and approaches the city.
Red rays appear around the arrow.
Closer and closer was the dragon of the objective until a great purple explosion hit him in the stomach causing him to lose control and fall into the collapsed city walls.
The archer was thrown violently because of the explosion breaking the wall and entering the city.
Completely bloody and in the rubble of the wall, the man observes his opponent on the ground and a smile appears on his face.
Autor
I was reading the tales of Beowulf ... it's Fantastic.
The chapter was a bit short compared to the others because i don't think I'm good at writing fight scenes in general, i hope i get better with time.
The next update will take some time to develop the storyline. I don't intend to end the uniqueness of New Orleans even if in the history it a short one, until next time.