Sionnach planted her feet on the ground, with no intention to retreat at all. Her heart was throbbing so hard that was nearly painful, it seemed as though it would go out through the throat.
She stepped in and threw a powerful blow in Murtair's direction. It was a full swing. She was not concerned about her guard anymore. Nach would just rely on her reflexes to dodge everything that might be coming. The goal was to not stop attacking no matter what!
The edge of the blade made its course right on the enemy's lower thigh, cutting it at full speed, slashing its flesh with a loud sound, and just stopping when reaching a bone.
Murtair's entire thigh muscles felt numb and weak, and he nearly gave up and fell to one knee, but without the pain getting in the way, he just needed to push himself to the maximum and keep fighting.
The Frelsi's short sword descended, aiming Nach's left shoulder, which was successfully dodged, with a fluid movement sideways.
The Ridire woman did not stop to breathe, nor think too much, she charged a punch with her left hand and sent it flying towards his liver. She switched all her weight on that single blow, making her fist sink in the belly of the crazy murder.
The man felt that all his body had stopped for a second. He lost the breath and could not breathe at all. His eyes watered.
Sionnach hit again, this time with her knee, aiming to his stomach; she took complete advantage of that one second paralyze to send a colossal blow. Her enemy got his mouth filled with bile and water.
Murtair's blood boiled even more. His mind was almost exploding with amusement and excitement. That fierce battle was the very thing he ever wanted to have. An exchange of powerful and direct blows, that would dye all the street in red and wet his clothes with blood!
He gave a weird laugh that seemed more like a scream of a beast. With no pain to stop him, he just forced his body to act as he wanted.
He swung his upper body backward, avoiding a blow of the machete aimed at his throat. Then, he threw himself forward, crushing his forehead on Nach's.
If she did not grab his cape, she would have flown back and felled to the floor.
The mask could be woody-like, but it was just the appearances. In truth, it was a material that imitated human skin, only a little harder and less malleable. Which meant that that headbutt inflicted great damage.
While Nach was trying to keep conscious, Murtair attacked non-stop with his blade, with inelegant and wild blows, that ripped the Ridire's skin in different parts. If she could not manage to dodge the worst ones, her life would be taken.
Nach once again breathed in hardly and deeply, holding it once more and continuing the brawl.
She aimed at different points of his body: the abdomen, the joints, arteries, organs, and tendons. Even with that much pressure and danger, she could attack almost with surgical precision.
After slash with her machete, she would punch with her fist, and hit hard with her elbow or knee. When the opportunity came, she would kick as well.
Every single part of her body that could be used as a weapon, she would take advantage of. She would try the most unorthodox ways to inflict more damage.
At first, her rampage overwhelmed her opponent, covering him in fatal wounds. Every part of his body was weakening with time; the more he bleeds, the more faltering his body was.
Even so, he kept at full power aiming his mad blows at her, while laughing and laughing. Each wound he gained seemed to be a treat, and each blow he could pull through was pure pleasure.
Sionnach's body was another issue, though. With each blow she received and gave, less gas she had to burn. Her face was purple behind the mask because stopping attacking to breathe would be a death sentence.
The focus she needed to keep aiming to the right spots was almost impossible to handle.
The time came when every blow she did, she received one in exchange. It was not a one-sided brawling anymore. It was an even battle.
When she cuts, he would punch. When he punches, she would answer with a knee.
Her mind was so lazy, that the number of hits she could avoid decreased each time.
"I will lose to the exhaustion! I can't bear it anymore! It would be so easier, so good and relaxing, to just lay on the floor and close my eyes… It would be so good to breathe since my lungs hurt so much… It would be wonderful if I stopped to feel every part of my body because the pain would vanish as well…"
Those thoughts crossed her mind each time he got a blow in, and each time her muscles cried in pain, already overwhelmed with the huge amount of strength they exercised until then.
But, anyways, her body never stopped moving. The exchange never ceased.
"Yeah! It's this! You are the number one, aren't you!? Gimme more! More fun! Stand strong right in front of me! Fight back! Attack with all your might! Fight until you shatter your own body, Ridire warrior!" The man screamed, attacking again and again.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" In the last word, she strokes his face right in the nose, breaking it completely and hurting her own wrist.
Murtair retrieved the favor with his elbow, slamming it on her eyebrow and opening a huge cut in it.
Sionnach realized that the thing she feared the most was happening: the battle was turning on his side. Soon or later, she would not be able to even attack.
Desperate, she swung her machete once again, but it was too slow. Murtair slashed her wrist, making her machete flew some meters.
"No time to think! No time to fear! Forget the damn machete! Whatever the situation, keep attacking!"
Even with the wrist wounded, almost all its tendons cut, she managed to make a fist.
With a war cry, she continued the same motion as before and slammed her fist on his jaw.
"Keep attacking!!"
She hit his jaw again with an uppercut, and again with a hook, and again…
When he tried to retaliate swinging his sword, Nach grabbed its blade, hurting her palm, and once again punched, aiming his solar plexus, hitting it twice.
"Keep. Attacking!!!"
Punch after punch, Nach slowly made him retreat. Kick after kick, she made his body falter.
The floor was red, and Murtair's teeth were scattered all over the ground. His jaw was already shattered.
Nach gave him a hard kick on the ribs, finishing to broke all of them. The murder could even feel the broken bones piercing his internal organs, which were already swollen and wounded because of the continuous blows to the belly.
"Go! Until the last blow!" Sionnach screamed, launching her last punch into his face, breaking the bones of her own fist and sending him flying backward.
Murtair fell on the ground, and Nach stood in the same place, finally being able to breathe again, and staring at him with her furious, foxy eyes.
But she did nothing more. Just stood there. Quietly.
Murtair's face distorted into a grotesque smile.
He got up on his feet, grabbing his sword.
He stepped once towards her. Then once more. And…Finally… Swung his sword… Just to collapse on the ground, before even scratching Sionnach.
"I kept aiming to your vital points through the battle. Your body became a time bomb, just like mine, or even worse. As time passed, the bleed, the swollen organs, and your torn muscles would become even more debilitating. The huge amount of neurotransmitters sent because of the wounds, with the overwhelming quantity of substances that your body would produce in response, made all your neural system panic and hang up all at once."
She looked at her own body. She also was covered in bruises and wounds. But, unlike her, Murtair would not aim to the right spots, just attack carelessly.
Whenever he attacked in a fatal spot, where Sionnach could not dodge, she would move enough just to the blow reach a more safe place.
Yes, she was all wounded, but none of the wounds were fatal at all.
The only thing that had her almost destroyed was her fatigue and muscular pain.
"It's not time to rest now… I still need to catch up with that soldier and accomplish our goal… The District is counting on me…"
She waited for some minutes to recover a little bit, then started to walk at the fastest pace she could.
"If I don't make it in time, more people from the Frelsi will appear, and he can meet a very dangerous one…"
Praying to Odin, Nach made her way to try to find Casper and solve that big mess