My Servant System

Chapter 670 669: Living Hell (1)

Kat PoV

I was breathing heavy as I raised my Khopesh, the various cuts and gashes across my body inhibiting my movement somewhat, each one creating a spot of pain across my entire body that made it hard to focus.

Each arm was riddled with scratches, my bodies natural healing and the spell that I had managed to cast on myself slowly maintaining my health, though I was taking more hits then I was able to heal through.

Blood seeped from each wound, soaking my clothes and weighing me down as I continued to bleed, the gradual increase of the wounds only making this an even more noticeable problem.

Of course, I couldn't do much about it as a silver and grey blur crashed into me, a simple longsword arcing down from above and searching for a way to enter my skull, which I managed to barely block with the Khopesh as I slashed upwards, sparks flying as the red metal blade collided with the steel blade that the Demon Wolf had summoned for herself.

"Not doing too bad, pup! I thought I'd have lopped off a limb already, but you're rather good at evading attacks! That's a plus for you, though..."

I felt my arms begin to tremble as Lady Fenryas pressed her weight and strength down on my blade, pinning me down and placing me in a bit of a precarious situation.

One that I had no way to extricate myself from no matter how hard I tried to push back against the sword slowly closing in on my neck, the grinning face of the gray skinned woman above me sending shivers down my spine as I grit my teeth and tried to push against the sword.

"Sadly I have a bit more experience then you, little pup, and I can take advantage of almost any situation~! So here..!"

Her silver eye flashed with malice as she slammed her knee into my ribs, pain exploding in my torso as two of my ribs shattered, the bones splintering inside my chest and slicing into my lung, making it hard to breathe.

Even then, Lady Fenryas slammed her foot onto the top of mine, her boot digging into the flesh and cracking those bones as well, creating another explosion of pain as I was sent to the ground, her leg coming around and slamming into my side again, further damaging my ribs and making me cough up blood as my lungs were lacerated by the shards of bone.

Stumbling to the ground, I coughed again as I felt more blood begin to fill up my lungs, while the shards of bone pricked the sensitive organ in various spots, dropping me into a spiral of pain as blood spurted from my lips.

Lady Fenryas stabbed her sword into the sand beside my head, the blade nicking my neck and opening a new wound, adding to the dozens of cuts across my entire body.

"You are a good evasive fighter, and your blocking is rather superb, but otherwise... you're one dimensional. Perhaps that's a result of your reliance on those trinkets of yours... a boon and a bane, those damn trinkets."

Crouching beside me, she watched as I gradually bled out, my body far too battered for me to move yet, while the pain in my chest was debilitating; even so, I tried to lift my hands and cast a spell, to begin to heal myself and walk away from the bright light that quietly called my name.

"You can be a clever little bitch with those enchanted items, and honestly it makes you an interesting fighter. Your magic, your enchanted trinkets... when paired with a decent enough swordsmanship, it makes you a tricky opponent. It's your strength, but again, it's a bane. Without them, you aren't a hard fighter to figure out. Pretty one dimensional in some aspects, with flashes of brilliance occasionally. Not much I can do besides see if you can temper yourself and learn how to react differently. That, and make sure you get used to the pain~!"

Her grin widened, and I shivered as I felt more blood seep out of the cuts covering my body, leaving me feeling cold and sluggish.

"Arc! You can heal the bitch whenever you want y'know?!"

Lady Fenryas barked at the golden haired holy woman, startling her into action and having her rush to my side swiftly, her hands glowing a soft, warm gold compared to the harshness of Jahi's mana.

"Were you waiting for a written invitation?! Damn! You're here for one thing, Arc, and that's not standing by the side to look sexy!"

My muscles slowly began to return to normal, the cuts and tears knitting together while my bones returned to their previous spots, calcifying back into a single entity and returning to their strong selves.

While that was happening, the holy woman flushed a deep red at the murmurs of the Demon Wolf, the berating and flirting at the same time making the woman act odd... and as a fellow masochist, I could tell that she was being turned on by the crudeness of the gray skinned warrior beside us.

"Though if you want, I can have her do some conditioning while I go knot you for a bit, slut. Is that what you want~? To get broken in her place and be bred like the useless bitch you are~?"

As I began to return to normal, I took a deep breath and did my best to tune out her words, though it was hard as the scent of her pheromones swept over the entire training grounds, the Demon Wolf's arousal quite clear and rather addicting, though her sharp chuckle as she growled "I'm not talking to you, pup. You'd make a good mate, sure, but I have my preferences..."

Gulping, I blinked before pushing myself away, only to notice that Lady D'Arcon had shuffled away stiffly, her neck red as she separated herself from us, making Lady Fenryas shrug.

"Whatever. Pick up your Khopesh, pup. The next round is about to begin."