The two fighters clash weapons. The strength of the beast, despite being smaller than mightier enemies such as The Batrachia and The Bulimik, was surprisingly robust. Despite its strength, Cyrene uses her own strength to break the guard of the insect, revealing its wide open stomach. Her eyes darted to the opening. She holds her blade tight and at an angle, ready to thrust forward. But as the huntress advances, the spikes from the monster’s torso expand outward, aiming to pierce her. She quickly holds her blade up near her chest as the protrusions push her back and send her boots stumbling against the ground. Shaken a bit by the enemy’s defenses, she looks back at the monster who charges toward her. It cocks its arm back, and delivers a spiked uppercut, but Cyrene performs a backflip and evades the strike by a hair’s breadth, the blade arm grazing her chin. A small slit forms on her chin, and a streak of blood slides down her neck. Cyrene tries to ease her troubled spirit, but her mental state becomes more evident by the frame of her rattled face. The expression on her face stimulates the limbs of the deformity to harden.
“Boundless fear! A treat like no other!”
Cyrene runs her hand against her chin. She wipes the blood away and puts on a stern face, but is thrown back into unease when she sees the monster squirming on the ground, rushing back toward her. She brings her blade up and performs an overhead slash. The monster defends itself with one of its hardened appendages, a parade of sparks spew everywhere. She pushes the monster back. She tries to deliver another overhead slash, and the monster blocks the blow with its hardened cranium. It looks straight into the distressed woman’s eyes that pushed against it.
“Weak!”
The creature uses its free arms and grabs Cyrene by the legs. It swings her behind it and violently tosses her toward the pole spinner. Quickly, as she flies through the air, she extends her arms out and manages to grab onto the pole. She uses the momentum to whip herself back to the monster. She grips her sword tightly as the creature tries to defend itself.
“HAAAAAUGH!”
SCHWING
She takes a slice at the monster and cleanly cuts off one of its left arm. The monster groaned in pain and staggered a bit. Cyrene’s body crashes on the ground, as she is damaged slightly from the fall.
The monster turns around and stares at the woman with a tilted head.
“Wretched wench!”
She swiftly lifts herself from the ground and raises her sword again as the beast squirms across the rugged ground, rapidly moving like a spider toward her. It strikes high and low, switching from bipedal to ground based attacks with hardened and softened transitions. She manages to dodge the attacks for a time, until she attempts a counterattack. As she tries to slash back, the monster evades and strikes Cyrene at her side, cutting through some of her clothing, and sending her flying toward the downed trees. The beast makes a run toward her, then rolls into a ball combining some of its softened body with its hardened body, becoming a spiked ball. Cyrene looks at the transformation and gasps.
She jumps out of the way of the ball as it tears through the ground trees. But at the last second, it transforms into its bipedal form and grabs her once more, tossing her straight into the half-broken swing-set.
“AUUGH!”
She coughs violently as the topmost pole of the swing-set cracks against her back. The collision fails to halt her momentum and she breaks the swings. Her body flips and crashes into the pond face first. Her sword slowly disappears from her hand. The beast approaches the woman with its hardened arm, its feet splashing against the shallow, dirty pond.
“You have failed the moment you raised your sword against me.”
It stomps over to her side and recklessly kicks her body, flipping her over to reveal her cuts, bruises, and overall more disheveled appearance. It slowly puts its foot on her stomach, pressing and grinding the weight of its hardened foot onto her stomach.
“AAAAAAAAH!”
Cyrene’s eyes swells and her screams bellow across the rooftop. She tries to push back the monster’s foot, but the creature presses further, pushing Cyrene back. The dysmorph holds its arm high as it continues to grind its three-pronged foot into her stomach. She glares back at the monster with pained, watery eyes.
“Trite trash! You cannot hope to defeat me with novice knowledge of life force! You and this ‘kingdom’ shall perish beneath the might, the fury, the omnipresence… that is The Beastmaster!”
The monster brings its heavy arm down toward her head.
At the last possible second, Cyrene spawns her blade in her mouth. Her teeth clamp onto the grip of her sword as the creature strikes downward.
CLANG
Cyrene guards against her opponent’s blow.
“GYAH?!”
The monster hollers in shock. It raises its foot to stomp on her stomach. Before it could deliver the blow, it felt an immense power coming from behind it. It was only able to turn its head halfway before being met with a thunderous kick.
BOOM
The force of the kick sends the enemy crashing into one of the small storehouses. The small structure collapses atop of it. The person who delivered the blow flips onto the pond waters, holding its arms in front of it in a mixture of a defensive and offensive stance.
Cyrene despawns her blade and rolls over in pain. She looks up to see a dark figure standing in front of her. Terror clouded her eyes as the figure boasted a fiendish form.
The small figure was humanoid with jagged creases in all of its muscles that made parts of its body appear as armor.
The figure whips his body to face her.
“Get up!” He urged.
A young boy’s distorted voice echoes from behind the figure. The sound of his voice called to the huntress, partially easing her spirit.
“Kai…?”
BOOM
The monster burst’s from the rubble. Kai swings his body back to the huntress.
“Hurry! It’s coming!”
The monster clanged its hardened arms together and glaring down the two.
Cyrene slowly rolls on her side. She gets up, struggling to stand on her two feet, before bracing her body once more. Her blade takes a delay to spawn. Beaten and bruised she stands upright and clutches onto her weapon as the creature approaches them with unparalleled malicious energy.
“Enough games…!”
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