Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 89

Aim current appearance did not look particularly presentable to any onlookers. Of course, one could say that Aim - a Demon King - a creature whose 'normal' appearance is a column of pinkish flesh that is languidly shimmering and changing shape like a wriggling worm, is already a stretch to the description of 'presentable'. At least from a human point of view - at least a normal one. However, specifically right now, Aim looked even more unrepresentable compared to his normal appearance.

Although the several small wounds in his body did not bleed at all and in the several places where his flesh are crumpled, it still continued to tremble slowly, indicating that it was still alive. The wounds on Aim's body showed that fighting a Servant - even a Servant that is not that strong in a one-on-one fight like Drake - was not safe even for a Demon King.

However, Drake looked much worse than Aim.

Her scarlet camisole was torn and burned in many places - and the parts of Drake's body that is shown from under her clothes, were covered with charred clods of flesh. Which demonstrated that for Drake fighting Aim was a much more dangerous endeavour than for Aim to fight Drake.

"Heh, you are one tough bastard". But Drake, instead of choosing the path that Aim himself considered much more realistic, that is, admitting defeat and running away, just smirked. She wiped the clotted blood from the corner of her mouth, and then slowly pointed her the primitive pistol, turned into the Servant's weapon, at Aim. She then fired once more, - "How many bullets would I need to shoot to kill you if I were fully powered up?"

Aim was not a big fan of chatting during a fight, so after dodging the attack, he immediately retaliated. A moment later, a ball of fire the size of an adult's body struck the spot where Drake was a second ago.

Although Drake's speed was not in any way amazing, it nevertheless allowed her to easily move away from the path of the fireball and then attack again. Aim, who was not particularly worried about the attack, put up a shield against her attack and then planned to attack again.

Bah!

The spell created to easily stop Drake's shot, in Aim's estimation capable of withstanding it with the ease with which the ten-meter thick wall of steel could withstand a sloppily thrown stone, was pierced as if a hot knife through butter. As if the figurative steel wall had turned into a soap bubble as soon as Drake's attack touched it.

The sensation of pain - quite insignificant by Aim's standards - but a tangible one pierced his body. After which the bullet - or rather, a clot of mana that took the form of a bullet - that had settled in his body, slowly started to dissolve.

"How unpleasant..." - Aim attacked again, while still considering the significance of Drake's attack. This time, he took the attack a little more seriously so instead of sending a dozen of spells at once, he sent only a few - "How exactly does she do it?"

It is amazing how Francis Drake - far from the most powerful Servant - managed to do the impossible over and over again. Sometimes her blows would land softer than that of a feather - sometimes with a fierce blow that could even make Aim's body swing from the force of the collision. Sometimes his spells easily defended himself from Drake's attacks - and yet sometimes her bullets, as if by incredible coincidence, would circumvent his defense as if it is not affected by it at all. Sometimes even the spells that he casted just as a smokescreen could hurt Drake - sometimes the inferno created by his hands did not even touch her body. It was... chaotic, in a way, illogical, and perhaps, even ridiculous. It is as if every time Drake performed any of her actions, instead of the logical chain of 'cause and effect', it is as fate had to throw a dice to determine the result.

Aim did not like it at all. But yet, at the same time, his observation had brought him another piece of information that somewhat alleviated his consternation. Apparently, Drake herself did not have any control over the manifestation of her incredible luck. Therefore, despite the fact that Aim's battle itself didn't go the way he planned it to be, he could be sure that, despite all the hassle, he could hold out against Drake without any problems. Perhaps he could even kill her...