Abomination Contract Loving The Enemy - Chapter 74

I narrow my eyes at her choice of weaponry. The mace has a low defense value if you compare to a sword that can parry, so she overcame that difficulty with a shield, and not only that the mace has a blunt type of damage, made to go well against armor, helmets and metal.

Just like my scaled armor.

She knows what she is doing, and only by watching me move in a one second battle.

Is no surprise that such a special troop group is respectfully scared of her.

But as odd as it sounds, from the moment I saw her move I knew she was on another level, and that, that knowledge on itself is stranger and scarier to me than any human would be..

It has something to do with that right? My name, the seven samurais, my past… because otherwise how would I know so much about weapons since I never wielded one before? Never had to with my superior form.

But as always I’ve never been one to overthink things, always being a man- a creature of action, so this information only gives me a headache.

And a distraction… right in a middle of a fight.

Of course the Queen realizes right away when my eyes lose focus and attacks, like a predator waiting for the prey to look away, a bow string that let loose an arrow straight to my face.

I have barely any time to sidestep when the mace comes down, smashing the floor with strength, but she does not wait around and leaves her side open, but already brings the weapon back up, swinging it in my direction, and upper smash aiming right at my ribs, so I have to dash back from her attack to get my balance again.

We stare at each other once more, but this time, while rolling the mace in the air, the strong woman raises her eyebrows, daring me to get distracted again.

I didn’t.

“How the hell is he keeping up with her?” I hear someone say, but my focus now is entirely on her, so as I attack as I did with Gunner and slash out with my tail, out and back so quickly that they cannot identify it, I try to break her balance like I did with Gunner, but seeing this trick before she merely jumps over it.

Just now the others manage to see the blur of my tail, and the realization that it wasn’t a human fighting there, well, let least not completely human, makes them rush to their weapons.

“Stop!” Ashers says, making all the others do as told. “Watch.”

All of that did not take us from the fight and, while she landed back on the floor I advance, using the momentum of having her in the air to approach without giving her space to dodge back.

She is forced into using the shield, but even if full of sharp spikes pointing my way I manage to smash it down with my scaled hand, the impact making the walls tremble with the force and the sound as I leave a good round mark on the shield, showing just how much force it was put on the blow, but still she just bends her knees and brace for impact, probably with some sore muscles and pain in the back, but things that she would have to deal after the fight and when the adrenaline wears off.

I do not intend to give her time to recover, however she does not intend to receive another one of those either, so she brings the mace towards me from behind the shield, and big arch that forces me to sidestep to the side.

Knowing however that the shield did not defend her as much as she expected, I keep myself at the opposite side of the mace, away from its reach, at the blocking side of the shield, close enough to land another attack and perhaps break the arm holding the shield up.

Only that, when I find an opening to land another hit, she simply takes her arm off and discards the defense, stepping to the side while using the rope attached to the end of the mace to increase the ledge of her attack at the cost of the power put in the blow, almost like a nunchaku, which brings me back from my hitting blow to an awkward bend backward, but as the maces pass close to my chest she is left wide open for my attack.

Knowing that she is about to get a straight hit she actually drops back and down on the ground and, as my fist passes over empty air, her back hits the tatami and both her feet come up to hit me!

No thank you, I have been hit there once in my life and that was more than enough!

That move makes me dash back with a speading breath, and with enough distance between us again she stands up and grabs the mace firmly, body free to move quicker since she dropped the shield.

Damn this woman is good, almost want to change back to my other form to destroy that strong façade of her, always had a thing for destroying the strong, is a great satisfaction to see them break, piece by piece.

Is only a matter of how much strength I need to put, but they always bend.

Also aiming there is a little of a low blow, and that attempt got me to be a little pissy at her.

“Seiji, here.” At that the Captain speaks to the side, throwing something at me that makes me reach out by reflex, only for a frown to form on my forehead as I look at the object, or rather, objects.

For he gave me not one, but two swords, one smaller than the other but both having a long slightly curved metal edge and a small round separating between the grip and the sharp end, but the oddity is that… that it felt right in my hands, the weight, the distance, the extension.

I take a deep breath.

Is like something has been set ablaze inside me, awaken for its dormant state, and once more look at my opponent’s eyes as I open my legs and bend my knees, embracing both handles with my hands and letting the cutting long edge of the sword up in the air to reflect the red shinning from my intense gaze as the smaller one stays down but aiming up, a defensive attack pose.

Queen smiles at that, giving some jumps to the side to keep the adrenaline running.

Ready for round two Queen? For I’m about to degrade your title to little princess.