My Servant Is An Elf-Knight From Another World

Chapter 36

Improvisation.

If there ever came a time where we had to pick a word of the century, and they made us decide it in votes. Improvisation would definitely be my number one choice.

Adaptation.

That one would probably come in at a close second.

Third place? The runner-up in the contest... well that one was definitely -

"FASTER!"

The room, beset on all sides by the dazzling radiance of phoenix fire, had sent both sisters recoiling back by the blinding glare, Adalia especially, voicing her displeasure with an ear-splitting shriek.

Walls, floors - all for corners bestrewed by a lunging shadow in a blur. Adalia was relentless, clinging briefly to a surface, before springing to the air, swiping her claws at the phoenix in flight.

"Swerve, Ria!" I yelled again, feeling my voice grow hoarse. "Go left!"

Fire and light had significantly slowed Adalia's momentum, searing away at her lightning-fast physique to the point where she was actually traceable to the naked eye.

If not for that... well, Ria wouldn't have stood a chance.

A swift strike plummeting downwards was only narrowly missed, Adalia had only managed to swipe a couple of feathers, crumbling to ashes in her grasp.

Ria was doing her damnedest to avoid getting within striking range. Performing evasive maneuvers almost like a fighter jet. She dived, she looped, she veered - vertically, horizontally, diagonally - each time cutting it dangerously close.

"Front!" I shouted.

The inevitable finally happened. Ria was fast. It was just that Adalia was faster. A single slice that delved deep into her flesh as Ria swerved to evade.

It was a moment that lasted only briefly.

A piercing cry, a husky growl, and the two ended up at opposite ends. Ria still in flight, cascaded a heavy flow of blood that pattered to the ground. Adalia, on all fours, baring her fangs, her eyes still locked onto Ria.

That devastating blow definitely won't be the last, Ria isn't capable of handling her all by her lonesome. She needed help and she needed it desperately.

Little did I know, it was already coming.

Beyond audibility, but within sight, I saw Amelia muttering at Ash's direction. Then, not even a second later, Ash was already bolting past scorched rubble and violent swirls of fire. The flimsy and battered sword she wielded in her hand was suddenly restored to pristine condition in a bright glow of light that encased it.

I saw Ash charge... saw her legs shift into a stance... and I knew immediately what she was about to do.

I turned my sights to Ria again.

"Charge her!" I yelled, pointing to Adalia. "Charge her now!"

An order obeyed without question. Off Ria went, hurtling herself deliberately into razor-sharp clutches.

Adalia saw her opportunity and lunged at her. Meanwhile, so did Ash. With a jump that shattered the concrete, with a blade striking with every ounce of effort, the Elf-knight sent the Matriarch plummeting to the ground in an explosion of dust and dirt.

I did not know what orders Ash was given, but she did not relent, immediately speeding to Adalia's location but by the time Ash had reached her, she had already recovered, realigning her posture to a defensive one.

Soon sparks would fly, the shrill whistling of grinding metal would sound as her claws scraped against her blade again and again. Both of them taking turns going on the offensive with neither one able to wound the other, or at least not grievously.