Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 133

I’m not the one to usually start a fight, especially a pointless one, but I won’t think twice about defending myself, no matter anymore how it all began as instinct of self preservation takes over and even if the attack is not aimed at me I protect Ethan on the same way I would with myself, direct and without hesitation.

So once her whip slash out in the air, the rubber hard leather material promising a painful hit, I quickly form my own Wind Whip with my fan and exchanged blows with her mid-air, at first taking her by surprise by answering her hit but soon a quick succession of attacks fly one after the other at the speed that only the afterimage is visible to the normal eye.

She growls, frustration growing by the second, her already impatient stubborn nature boiling up further with every unsuccessful hit, and once she had enough she finally turns her attacks to me.

Which is a big mistake.

Bringing her attention to me, the defense specialized mage, allows Ethan to move freely, especially when forgotten as a threat, and by the time her attack suddenly does not meet my own and hits my wing that goes over myself to protect my body, bright runes shinning along my feathers and creating an even stronger Wind Shield that makes her attack bounce off my protection, is the same moment she realizes Ethan is gone from his spot, pulling her whip back as he advances towards her, and to avoid that she can pull it back in time to attack Ethan again I use my own Wind Whip to wrap around her leather whip and pull it back.

Without her main weapon, having to fight both of us at the same time, I would say the odds were quite in our favor and we were about to win if not for the gigantic mushroom tree creature that, focusing on hitting the fox, simply throws his huge sword and create an avalanche of flying debris and chaos all around, disturbing our formation and erasing our opportunity to attack her.

"Tsk." I hear say Ethan beside me as we fall back to avoid the area damaged by the huge embedding sword as the creature pulls it back with its twirling branches.

The fox is gone in the mess, small and black and easy to move and escape, but that only applies to most pairs of eyes, not my owl predatory evolved to catch movement of small prey eyes, but even I could not stop what comes next, only watch from afar as the creature proves to be as despicable as the Spriggan thought him to be.

Because, in the end, we should not forget that he too was made of the same essence that this fog presented itself to be, and by the time he managed to wiggle his way out of the lady in red’s bag, carrying his tail wrapped around some amulets in his mouth, but as I attack him the lady thinks that I am aiming at her and fights back, and instead of stopping him the only thing I manage is to whip his horn collar off, lost somewhere on the full of debris ground now.

By the time she realizes something is wrong, committing the mistake of believing the small creature was indeed good and wronged, lowered her guard enough that, with the wriggling separated tail, the fox uses its power and within his mouth a black fog surges and commands the tail to pierce the lady’s chest through the back right across and past the front, and by the time his tail is coated in her blood, feasting on it and connecting the edges together, she finally collapses while gasping, blood pouring out of her mouth and chest, seconds away from death.

Ethan and I do not waste time and attack in the foxs direction like arrow flying from an army of archers, and yet with renewed strength and a sneaky fast body he manages to give us a slip and scourge away somewhere.

We could not chaise him, however, not at the price of his naïve hot headed lady’s life.

We rush to her side, not only worrying about the deadly wound but the effects that the fog will have on her, and true enough, even if giving her no apparent damage yet down here, she would be stuck underground if we do not do something about the fox.

But first thing first, I think while going down and seeing the damage, I should worry about saving her right now otherwise there would not be any after to think of for her.

And yet the only thing I could do, in the end, is to watch her blood flow streak between my fingers, the wound too deep to mend.

"Am I ..." She says between coughing up blood, her voice so fierce and strong, meager now. "Am I going to die? Was I... Because I was stupid...?"

Her words are a little disconnected, with bigger pauses in between the words each time she speaks up, and I am unsure what to say to a dying woman, the truth? Our a beautiful life?

Yeah, you shouldn’t have trusted him, shouldn’t be so impulsive, perhaps you would have lived longer then, but what good did those words do now?

I did not say anything in the end, and even if I barely know her at all, and never met in good circumstances it does affect me to see her die there, little by little, as her life flows out right before me, and be unable to do anything for her beyond not letting her die alone.

"No, it is not your fault." Ethan suddenly says then while grabbing her shaking hands, giving her some comfort with his action and words. "He is the one rotted inside, and he betraying your trust is a fault of his character, not ours, never let the bad ones convince you otherwise, you were there to protect the weak when he needed you, you proved your worth even if being naive."

Even though his words were meant for her they hit me as hard as well, not letting the other’s betrayal get to you, their actions being a fault of their own character, not changing my trusting nature just because people are bad or evil, if they do betray me their own actions will be their downfall, I should not change the way I am or think because of the fault of others.

Be true to yourself, to myself.

That is one line that brightens my eyes.