Chapter 41: Chapter 40

So this was what it was like to be a hero, huh? To stand against hordes uncountable and protect the innocent maiden. Ok, so there were actually about eight guards, and the twelve Druchii who were supporting The Master enough to pull out  a knife rather than flee from the room by whatever door they could. But she liked being dramatic, it was fun. 

“I can see you are glancing around me, wondering if you can get to the shit behind me”  Estaria commented, giving a cruel smile and then taking a step back to crush the Son’s head with her foot. The helmet dented and the skull crunched with a sickening sound, oozing blood all over the floor in short order.

 

This incensed the group of guards, who rushed with a wild cry. The first guard took a blow to the chestplate, and the second a blow to the helmet. Both were knocked off their feet, though a third came and sliced a chunk off her Luck bar. Their capabilities and qualities really did mark them as the best the Master could get, no doubt held in case the Witches tried to reclaim their lost lamb. Still, Es wasn’t going to just give up because they were good at what they did, and threw a kick to the guy’s head, tossing him to the floor.

 

Heavy armour and considerable resilience allowed the other two to stagger to their feet, though the crowd was staying back as they watched Estaria go to town. Blocking one of the swords on the plates of her gauntlet, she snapped a kick to his leg that crunched bone, and then laid him out again with a vicious headbutt. Not the smartest of ideas given he was wearing a helmet, but she was a bit pissed right now. 

 

“I’m alright! Calm down and focus, Estaria!” came a shout from behind her. The priest had taken off most of Fukuri’s restraints it seemed, and she was supporting her, even in this traumatic situation. That girl was just an absolute gem. What else she was, was right, getting frustrated and enraged by these lot would help nobody, so she let out an exhale as the third man got back up and the first screamed about his broken leg, making the other guards apprehensive about attacking.

 

Calming herself and entering into the Witch Dance, Estaria would flow forward, lashing out a strike to the thin gorget in the armour, punching through it and collapsing the second man’s throat. The sight and sound seemed to snap the Guards self-control, and the dogpiled like a wild frenzy. All arrogant and refusing to work together, they still took advantage of their other’s misfortune, striking Estaria as she struck, pushing others into her way when she tried to retreat, and generally using their brothers as a weapon the same as their swords. 

 

It was a truly terrible way to fight, and Estaria slipped through their armour and delivered powerful blows, but they were effective in returning them, chipping away her luck until there was nothing left, and then biting into her skin, the blades so sharp they sliced deep and viciously. More reinforcements came barreling in through the doors, no doubt the guards stationed at the other entrances. Some where equipped and trained less, so might have been the guards brought by the Nobles, or just lesser houseguard. It didn’t matter, they all died in their arrogance. Eventually, after a lengthy, costly fight, she crushed the skull of the last one underfoot. 

 

These guards were certainly different Druchii to the ones she had fought before. Before she had wrecked their shit, but now she had her shit wrecked. Though, she did ambush them, at night, with a better weapon than she had now, and they had no armour. So maybe that wasn’t their best moment, unlike these guys now.

 

Half blind from blood pouring out of a cut to her forehead, and having trouble moving her arm from a deep cut that had lacerated muscles, Estaria stood for a few moments, wondering if any more of them were coming. And then she was caught off guard and hit with a pair of knives for her trouble, a few seconds delay as if they were trying to decide if they really should do it or not. One was frantically thrown and just cut open her cheek, but the second lodged painfully into her hip. She quickly shifted her arm in front of her face to catch a third in the forearm, and then rushed into the ground before they could bombard her further.

 

These nobles were good, but underequipped and scared. It made for a massacre, with only a few shots of opportunity managing to land by the time the last Noble was dead at her feet. The boxes at her peripheral were warning her of terrible things to come though.

 

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Now she was out of the focus of battle, she could feel her veins burning with the poison inside her system. She coughed, and then hacked, throwing her stomach up in an automatic attempt to purge herself of what was killing her, but it was not going well for her at all. And then, just to add more issues, the door slammed open and another group of guards appeared. Pulling the knife out of her forearm, she threw it into the head of the closest man, throwing off the crossbow’s aim and only getting cut by the bolts. Rushing in, the repeater crossbows stuck a bolt into her thigh before she got up close, their lighter armour and shock at her movement speed making it easy to slaughter them in close range.

 

Though, she felt this was going to be one of those tragic heroine stories, where they die in a valiant last stand. Her health was 25%, her body was stiff from all the projectiles lodged in it, Fatigue was creeping up slowly past 50%, and she didn’t doubt more would come after word got out. So staggering back into the main hall, she would approach the priest and Fukuri. Her hands were free from the dress, but the thick iron manacles were not coming undone, and it seemed the key was nowhere to be found.

 

“Es! You…holy shit, you look-” Fukuri started, before Estaria snapped her manacles and gave a cocky smile, ruined a little by the blood and fact that her visible eye was glazed and she was swaying.

“‘S good. Get out of here. Secret tunnel” Estaria ordered, snapping the ankle manacles. 

“I’m not leaving you! I’m a Witch now, I can fight!” she exclaimed, standing up and steadying Estaria.

“Na. ‘Sa lovely dress. Ya gotta protect it” Estaria slurred, staggering back a step. Fukuri watched her, with a heavy heart, and then pulled her in for a kiss.

“We all love you, Estaria. Don’t die on us now” Fukuri said, stepping back and turning for the door. She couldn’t convince Es to do anything but what she has always been doing, protecting her sisters.

 

“Some more than others, ehh?” Es asked, shifting towards the door and lurching like a golem. Fukuri gave no reply, probably didn’t even hear. Staggering across the bloodsoaked floor, she would see The Master at the front of the house, staring with a mixture of awe and fear.

“...How? How did you do all this?!” he shrieked, pulling his sword out and pointing it at Estaria.

“‘M fuckin Tara The Bloody Bunny” Es replied, with a hacking laugh. It was then that the Master noticed the state she was in. Barely holding together with grit and pride..however strong she might have been, this was not even going to be a fight…

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