Throwing Hands

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●Muichiro's POV●

What are the chances that this bastard actually has some kind of cooperative relationship with these two familiar fallen?

Turns out, quite the high chances.

I suppose I can also assume that he is allied adjacently to Raynare, given how she claimed that these two are her subordinates.

I expected magic and spears to start flying the moment after their arrival, but even after a minute, they hadn't done anything.

Why isn't she doing anything? The taller one, Kalawarner I believe her name was?

Her face is frozen, but the muscles in all her limbs are stiffening up. The smaller one behind her seems to be just as confused about it as I.

"Oh? Aren't you that one boy from some time ago? What, so it isn't such a big deal after all..." Opposite to her companion, she relaxes her posture completely as she stares mockingly at the one below me. "To think you would be beaten by a brat still wet behind the ears, rather pathetic, don't you think, Freed?"

Oh, so his name is Freed. Good to know...

"Fuck you, loli-hag! Just kill him already!"

As the two start bickering, I can't help a thought coming to mind.

She's rather touched in the head, huh?

His arm has been cut off and lies in a puddle of blood, his face is being grinded into the floor under my heel, and I have completely immobilized him while continuing to torment him.

I have no visible injuries, despite there being clear signs of a fight given the huge and deep cracks all around the room.

She sees all these, and thinks nothing of them. Perhaps her eyes are broken?

I stared for one moment too long it seems.

"Ara~? Have you perhaps been charmed by my beautiful appearance? You're staring at me as if to undress me~" She bats her lashes daintily. "Hey, if you want-"

She stops as I interrupt her before she could continue with a wave of my hand.

"No, I'm just wondering if you were stupid or something. I was looking you in the eyes to see if they were working correctly is all." I shake my head. "It seems they are fine as you can follow me with your gaze."

Her mouth hung open while her eyes twitched after I finished explaining. Is she waiting for a fly to enter it or something?

"You seem to be taking a bit longer than normal to process my words..." I tilt my head while pondering. "Maybe you do lack in mental capacity?"

My vision goes pink as she thrusts her spear in my face. I respond by catching it between my palms.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Anger fills her gaze as she struggles to push her weapon further, but I give her no quarter.

I offer no answer, only redirecting the force, jerking it hard to my left.

I then place all my weight on my left foot and stand, subsequently breaking Freed's nose with a resounding crack.

She was unprepared for the sudden change in direction, allowing her body to be pulled as well, completely unprepared as I planted my foot in the center of her solar plexus.

It all happened in a single second, but my eyes perceived it in slow motion once more, giving me the comical view of her eyes bulging to the point they might as well have fallen out of their sockets.

The floor quaked from the impact while cracks deeper than before spread across the wall she crashed into before it broke apart, burying her in a pile of bricks.

Maybe I hit her a bit too hard? I can't hear her breathing underneath. There was also a crunching sound coming from her spine. It would be a shame if she died before I could interrogate her...

Well, leaving that aside for now.

The two other people in the room made no sound anymore. Freed had stopped struggling and Kalawarner looked even paler than before, something I didn't think was possible.

"Relax a little, yeah? Wouldn't want to get a cramp now would you?"

She stiffened up more. How strange.

"Hey, do you know why she's like that?" I apply more force to grind the shitty priest's face against the floor, making him groan in both pain and anger.

"How the fuck would I know?! Get off me, stupid fucking brat- Gahhh?!"

Perhaps I shouldn't have asked him, his voice grates on my ears so much that I subconsciously smashed the fingers on his remaining arm with my sheath.

"Guhh!! Why are you just standing there, you bitch?! Kill this motherfucker already!"

Right then, footsteps began echoing from outside the doorway. Judging by what I could see through the wall, they seem to be priests. This bastard's reinforcements. Fourteen of them.

Leaving Kalawarner here is probably fine since she's as still as a statue at the moment, but this bastard's another problem...

And so, I run my katana through the guy's right thigh, effectively pinning him in place. His face is on the floor, but I can imagine what kind of expression he's making.

"Stay." I point a finger at his prone and mangled figure.

Odd, his screams of agony sound so pleasant to the ears. Perfect starting sound for testing my hand-to-hand skills.

It's been a while since I broke someone's jaw while throwing hands.

After sparing the two a glance, I make a mad dash to the doorway, greeting the first priest to arrive with a punch strong enough to knock out his front teeth.

He doesn't even have the chance to scream in pain as I send him flying back, making his comrades catch his unconscious body, creating a gap within their formation.

Slipping right into it, I dodge their haphazard slashes and grab another one by his collar, slamming his head into the wall.

Two more come up from behind with daggers similar to Freed's light sword. Perhaps some kind of weapon created by the church?

One of them stabs at my neck first, making it easy for me to duck to my right, his arm passing over my shoulder as I grab it, break his elbow, and shove him hard into his companion.

As they fall into a heap, another jumps over them, light sword at the ready and heading straight for my neck.

I duck and spin right while pivoting on my left foot while extending my right, my foot finding its mark on his right temple in a roundhouse.

The rest have recovered by that point, pulling out more light blades and even some guns.

Veils cover their faces, but their nervous and frantic shouting clues me in on how afraid they had become in the last 5 seconds.

Ignoring the possibility of friendly fire, they shoot a barrage of light bullets at me in a bid to push me back and put some distance between us.

Caring not for their determination, I shunpo right in front of them and resume the beating.

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●3rd Person POV●

Screams of pain mistakable for death throes accompanied by crisp cracking sounds have been echoing throughout the underground complex for more than 20 minutes by now.

"Hahhh... hahhh... What the hell... IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

The entire time since Muichiro left the room, Freed had not moved from his position on the floor. He had thought of pulling out the katana stabbed into his thigh, alas he couldn't reach for it with his only remaining arm.

And so he turned to the only other conscious person in the room for help, but...

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE?!"

She had not moved an inch from her current position. His throat was becoming sore from all the shouting he's been doing for the past 15 minutes.

There was no hope on Mittelt's end either. The washboard fallen had yet to show any signs of waking up from under the pile of bricks.

'Just how did this happen?!'

He had happily fulfilled his duty of meting out a most delicious punishment on that heretic bitch earlier in the evening and wanted to end the night with a nice, relaxing glass of blood wine.

It was a surprise to find that a little birdie had stumbled his way down to his basement hideout, but what a pleasant one it was!

He had been wanting some meat to go with his drink after all.

Or so he thought...

"Gahhh!!" He grit his teeth in frustration at how helpless and pathetic his current state was. Muichiro's sword didn't help things either, continuously widening the wound in his thigh as he tried and failed to free himself

"FUCKING MOVE DAMNIT! YOU-"

A colorful string of words unthinkable of a man of God came spewing out.

He was starting to give up hope that the situation would turn itself around.

That was until...

"Kalawarner!"

The room brightened considerably as a magic circle lit up the floor. Emerging from the light were two figures, a tall man in a coat, Dohnaseek, and their leader, Raynare.

"What's the situation?! What happened here-?!"

They were unprepared for the sight that greeted them.

Freed, their allied rogue priest, was lying on the floor, his arm having been cut off and his body sporting a deadly number of deep cuts.

Mittelt was nowhere to be seen despite being the one to send a message asking for backup.

And Kalawarner...

She'd pissed herself long ago and was not responding, let alone moving, at all despite being called out.

Needless to say, Raynare was fuming at her subordinates' incompetence.

Add to that how she was still reeling from that night.

The night she almost died. She was smashed into the ground and picked apart as cold steel was put inches away from severing the thread of her life.

And there was nothing she could do about it. She was made to see vividly how weak she was, and she couldn't even look away.

Although she recovered after that, immersing herself in her work and getting back into her preferred pace in the following days, or at least she tells herself so.

She could still feel that monster's eyes on her sometimes, even when she sleeps, cutting her sleeping time in the past week by half.

"Which bastard dares?!" Her vision dyed red as she ran her gaze frantically across the ruined room.

She felt a sliver of relief seeing the sacred gear extractor still intact. The fools made sure of that much at least.

After signaling to Dohnaseek to sweep the area, she made her way to Freed.

"Speak, imbecile. What happened here?" Crossing her arms, she made no effort to free the man. Her mocking gaze spoke volumes, reigniting his vocal cords.

"GAAAAHHH!! Just get this sword out of my leg, God fucking DAMN IT!!"

Snorting in derision, she grabbed the hilt and pulled it out without much fanfare, leaving the priest gasping as pain shoots up his spine.

Something about the blade felt familiar, but it was covered in so much blood that she couldn't tell what that something was.

"Was it the Gremory Heiress and her peerage? Given your sloppiness, it wouldn't be so surprising that they were able to sniff you out."

"You!!" Sitting up while nursing a hand to his stump, he glared daggers at her and snarled. "He's still here, and you have the time for this?!"

He?

She was given no time to ponder though.

"Arrghh! Y-you bas- Gaagghh!!" Painful screams reverberated from outside the door, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bones.

She clicked her tongue, annoyed that Dohnaseek was done in so easily.

"He? What do you mean, 'he'?" Summoning her spear, she asked as she turned and started walking to the door.

"He means me."

Only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight of Muichiro entering the room, dragging Dohnaseek's limp and broken body along with him, with pieces of bone sticking out of all his limbs.

Just like before, there were no visible injuries on his person. It was as if he didn't just beat the ever living shit out of a fallen and more than a dozen rogue priests with swords and guns.

The only evidence of him ever doing so were the stains of blood that wasn't his, especially on his hands.

Raynare's eyes dilated as memories of her horror given human form played back in her head.

The knuckles of her right hand turned white from how tight she was gripping her spear. Cold sweat poured like a waterfall on her forehead as she started hyperventilating.

"Well, would you look at that?"

Unceremoniously throwing Dohnaseek to her feet, he dusts off his hands, spreading the blood on them further. "The gang's back together. We sure have a lot to talk about, huh?"

His eyes then shift to her left hand.

"Before that though, can I have my sword back?"

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