An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

The princess, the witch and the corpse 3

Iris knew she was screwed...

She ducked her head to the left, blade sliding through the air where she had just been..., a bar of blinding light as it was infused to the brim with all the magic she could conjure. Making her red wine eyes useless for a couple of seconds.

Her tongue trailed her upper lip, now broken. Tasting sweat and blood....

Details that spoke far of the struggle and utter magnitude of this fight. A reminding that she did not needed or wanted, yet registering all the same.

Her eyes blinking, partially blinded still by the glowing red disks of death. She was forced to predict, to anticipate...veering left and slamming down with her sword bearing hand.

She caught something, a forearm in the midst of a powerful punch, unnaturally strong, bringing it down from her neck where it almost crushed her throat like a twig.

It instead struck her side, right direct to her ribs. Fracturing them and throwing her back as she moved...or more like stumbled with the force of the blow.

Spit and blood gushing out from her lips, yet she had not even time to gasp in pain.

She was completely screwed to a point that she could not get it around her head...

She knew of adversity, of strong opponents even though weaker than her of course..., but this.., this...

She bit her lip though she only managed a half way grimace..

She had thought the unliving abominations were already far stronger than anything living she had faced. But she was wrong...

Those things would not have lasted half a breakfast against her new assailants. So how could she...?

It was surreal...

It was impossible..

And yet it was happening before her eyes, she was l-

She clenched her jaw, doing her best to push those serpentine thoughts away from her mind.

No, she could not give in to the cackling voices in her head. She needed to find a way to fix this, even if it was hopeless she had yet to give her final and last shot.

But she better do it fast because things were looking grim and not getting any better...

She rolled as she hit the ground, coming up to her feet half a second later, blade in hand ready to plunge at command. Eyes blinking rapidly as they finally ride themselves of the flashing after images of the mana crackling clashes.

She felt the energy that was inside her sour up as she called out to it once more, making her slide to the left and raise her blade to the air..

CLASH...!

Burning sparks of energy rained all over her face as three blades slammed down against the pale red of her own blade.

Blood pumping violently inside her through veins and artery's as the shock-wave of the impact shook her body, her muscles bleeding out as they tried their best to held this titanic triple strike from both the human and the Therianthrope.

For a second she thought she succeeded even if the of her boots were burning by the sheer friction against the cold ground as she had been pushed back far more than she would have believed.

The dark trails of her heels on the stone telling a different story...

One that she would realize sooner than later when the human still holding her blade with one hand almost lazily kicked her on the other side of her ribs, using the moment to attempt an offensive, one that she was wholly unprepared to stop or even predict as it hit on point.