Alien Bar: Found a Wizard Girl, Gale Sword - CHAPTER 28: Who is she?
In the pitch-black cave, faint footsteps echoed.
These footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, exuding confidence as if deliberately made.
The footsteps led to a source of light, revealing a petite figure.
Silver hair cascaded like a waterfall of moonlight, framing a face that held an air of quiet confidence. Her attire was a combination of practicality and allure – a sleek black leather armor adorned her upper body, accentuating her lithe form, while her midriff remained bare, revealing a toned abdomen and waist. Shorts and knee-high socks adorned her lower half, hinting at both strength and sensuality. Bandages encircled her left leg, a testament to past battles, and her agile feet were clad in martial artist shoes.
“Hey, you there. Have you crossed paths with a hooded man and a young mage in purple robes?” The torchbearer’s voice cut through the darkness.
The girl’s gaze flickered over the newcomers, her expression one of mild disappointment. “I mistook you for a monster, but it seems you’re just a bunch of lizardmen.”
The lizard-man in black robes bristled at her insolence. “You dare speak to us in such a manner?”
“Double Dragon Kick!” she exclaimed with a smirk.
In a swift blur of motion, she leaped into the air, her legs resembling twin serpents in flight. Two resounding thuds followed as her kicks found their mark on either side of the lizard-man’s head. Before he could even draw his blade, he collapsed to the ground.
“Too weak,” she quipped, her voice echoing through the cave as she continued her path deeper into its depths. “I’ve heard that no one has ventured this far, but all I’ve encountered so far are mundane spiders and fledgling adventurers. Quite disappointing, really…”
The silence that followed her departure was short-lived as a new set of footsteps approached.
The torchlight revealed the fallen lizard-man, his teeth scattered like dice around him.
“Harman, who did this to you?”
The lizard-man stirred, his voice weak as he managed to croak out, “Knee-high… socks… girl…”
“Lord Shafer, it seems a girl with knee-high socks attacked him,” reported one of Shafer’s men.
Shafer’s expression darkened.
“After her!”
…
A spider was sent flying by a punch as Seria heard hurried footsteps behind her.
“Lizardmen, three of them. Are they comrades of that hooded man?” Her mind swiftly deduced their identity from the distinct footfalls.
With a subtle adjustment of her wrist, a confident smile graced her lips.
“Show me what you’ve got,” she murmured.
Two knife-wielding lizard folk charged around the corner, blades slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of metal on metal rang out, breaking the silence of the cave.
Seria’s lithe form seemed to dance amidst the chaos. She unclasped a pair of knuckledusters from her waist, releasing them into the air. Her body moved like poetry, evading the lethal edges of the blades with fluid grace. Lightning-fast strikes from her palms parried and intercepted, each movement calculated to perfection.
Her knuckledusters proved to be formidable allies, deflecting the onslaught of attacks effortlessly.
Yet, it was her unwavering focus that set her apart. With the precision of a seasoned warrior, she exploited openings in her opponents’ defense, preparing for a lightning-quick counter.
For all her seemingly delicate appearance, Seria’s entire being was a weapon, every limb and angle poised for action.
Fists like a predator, legs coiled like serpents, every inch of her body was a potential strike, ready to deliver precise blows when the opportunity arose.
The lizard folk fought with determination, their strikes unrelenting. The clash of metal was a symphony of danger and skill, the cave walls bearing witness to their fierce duel.
“This is where it ends. Crush Fist, Shatter!” Seria’s voice rang out with fierce determination.
Ding—
The blades of her adversaries met an unyielding force as her knuckledusters collided with them. The metallic resonance was followed by a chorus of crisp snaps as the lizard folk’s weapons succumbed to the force of her punch. Stunned and off-balance, they stood little chance against her subsequent strikes.
“Double Palm Strike!” Her proclamation was met with a swift and decisive action. Her palms became a blur as they connected with the lizard-man towering before her. The impact sent him hurtling into a corner, his form collapsing amid a cascade of crushed spider eggs.
Seria’s breath quickened with exhilaration, her movements seamless and powerful. Her gaze locked onto Shafer, who had yet to join the fray.
“Now, it’s your turn,” she declared, her voice dripping with confidence.
Shafer’s expression darkened, his grip on his elegant curved blade tightening. The blade’s moonlit gleam cast an ethereal glow, illuminating Seria’s determined face in stark contrast to the cave’s shadows.
Their eyes met, a silent exchange of resolve passing between them. Both were seasoned warriors, adept at reading their opponents, seeking weaknesses in every movement.
Seria, her confidence unshaken, broke the deadlock. With a sudden surge of energy, she launched herself into action.
Her fists blazed through the air like meteors, each strike a testament to her prowess. Shafer’s blade met her onslaught with a dance of steel, their clash an intricate display of skill and finesse.
Metal rang against metal, their battle a symphony of strength and agility. Seria’s lithe form seemed to weave around Shafer’s blade, her knuckledusters deflecting strikes with practiced precision.
But it was her unwavering determination that gave her the edge. With every strike, every parry, she sought the slightest opening, a chance to land a decisive blow.
The intensity of their duel was palpable, a dance of blades and fists that held the cave in rapt attention.
Suddenly, a cacophony of scuttling noises reverberated through the passage, an unsettling symphony of legs and silk. Countless cave spiders converged from both ends of the tunnel, drawn by the commotion.
Shafer’s expression tightened, urgency flashing in his eyes. “You fool! Continue this battle, and we’ll be overrun. Even worse, we might awaken something deeper within the cave!”
A wicked smile curled Seria’s lips, her determination unshaken. “Hehe, scared, are we? Then let’s settle this quickly. Before that, I won’t stop!”
The stakes were raised, the pressure mounting. Seria’s attacks intensified, her every move calculated for maximum impact. The stakes were raised, the pressure mounting. Seria’s attacks intensified, her every move calculated for maximum impact.
“You underestimate me, Shafer,” she taunted, her voice a blend of confidence and excitement.
Their battle raged on, the clash of blades and the symphony of spiders creating an otherworldly scene in the heart of the cave.
In a split second, a vulnerability in Shafer’s stance revealed itself. Seria seized the moment, her right fist surging forward like a coiled serpent striking its prey.
The impact was like thunder, a deafening collision that sent shockwaves through the air. Shafer’s form staggered, his blade faltering for a crucial instant.
Seria’s knuckleduster connected with his side, a resounding thud followed by a bone-chilling crack. Shafer’s eyes widened in disbelief as pain coursed through his body, his breath stolen by the force of the blow.
With a final, swift movement, Seria’s left palm connected with his chest, propelling him backward. He collided with the cave wall, his body slumping to the ground in a defeated heap.
The cave fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the skittering of spiders and the echoes of battle.
Seria’s chest heaved with exertion, her adrenaline-fueled triumph giving way to a sense of satisfaction. The battle was won, her skill and determination prevailing against all odds.
As the dust settled and the spiders receded, she turned her gaze to the exit of the cave. The way was clear, the path forward beckoning.
With a final glance at the fallen lizard folk and their defeated leader, Seria stepped into the light, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her beyond the cave’s dark embrace.
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