A hand reached to my own, picking me up from where I had been thrown. I wipe the blood from my face and look at the figure that had picked me up, a glare on my face.
"You ok?" Estell grinned while pulling me with the hand that was intertwined with my own.
I nod in response, "I'm fine, just a bit injured from the impact."
"Mm… Mm…" She hummed, a feral grin showing her canines. Estell pointed to my side, where I was holding my sword and gestured to give it to her.
"You mind?" She asked, all the while that same feral grin making her seem even more bloodthirsty.
Under normal circumstances I would not have even given her the chance to touch it but right now, filled with injuries and adrenaline, my judgment was clouded. Meaning that I did something that I would normally never do and handed her the sword.
"Take care of her…" I mumbled out while looking to the side where the Mask approached slowly.
The ground rumbled while Estell took the hilt of my sword and sprinted forwards.
I watched as waves of flames and dirt attempted to stop her but with almost inhuman grace she dodged them.
The fire went passed her by only inches and the dirt was only just used as platforms for her to come closer and closer.
It had me questioning her stats, were they greater than mine?
'Heh' I laughed, who was I kidding of course they were. She was the heir to some clan, yes? That probably meant that they were heavily investing in her.
And runes were transferable meaning that she probably had stats in the tens rather than the ones that I had.
I sighed and picked myself from where I was standing and dashed after her.
It was at that point, after moments of watching her that more rational thought took over and broke the cloud of foggy thoughts.
That sword, promised future, was not made for her. I didn't know what I was thinking when I had handed it to her.
She would not be able to utilize it to its fullest extent. No matter how strong she was it would not cut for her as it would me, it would not endure as much as it would if I were holding it.
It was just not for her.
Not that most of that mattered as even in its weakened form it was able to cut through the arm of the Mask. Maybe not as cleanly or easily as it was for me but it still did its job.
Yet despite this I still frowned, my heart aching as I watched the sword be used. It was like it was calling to me, telling me that it was saddened by the lack of its intended wielder.
I watched as Estell frowned and inspected the blade, wondering why she wasn't able to draw as much power from the sword as I was able to.
The cut she had made did go through the whole arm but it was not clean. At several spaces I could see where it had snagged and caused Estell to have to exert more and more force to be able to cut through.
Moments passed by as she idly dodged the Mask's attacks before I had caught up to her. I grabbed the sword from her hand and immediately felt more at ease. The sword was no longer crying out at its disuse.
It was happy, almost humming in my possession. However as I had taken the only weapon that she had from her Estell was now weaponless.
Something that could not be tolerated. It was why I had grabbed the dagger that she had discarded and gave it back to her.
She took it with grateful grace as she we both dodged from the gout of flame that found its way towards us.
Both of us jumped backwards as we dodged the flame. Moments later we had reconvened behind a building. The Mask having a problem with targeting us from behind objects.
Not that that would last for long as it started to rage around, destroying anything in its path.
But that still gave us some time to talk.
"Why?" She pointed towards my sword and frowned.
"I didn't make the sword for you, that's all."
She nodded, most likely shelving her questions for later.
"I'll distract it and get you an opening to cut its head off. Go to the side and wait, you'll know when"
I nodded and dashed off to the side, all the while watching as Estell found herself once again battling the Mask.
…
I gave up the sword with a pout. From what I had seen it was a rank two sword, with both its sharpness and durability.
But that didn't occur for me, it seemed like it had some sort of temper. And the only answer I was able to get in the small break from the Mask was that it wasn't meant for me.
Like really, what did that mean? Did Mihr really make a sword with an ego.
If he did he was seriously more valuable than I had thought he was.
Though either way I needed to distract this Mask. While I probably could have defeated it with that sword it would have been a tough fight.
The sword was fighting me every step of the way. And even just cutting its arm off was hard enough.
I leaped from where I was and into the vision of the Mask.
It roared with anger as it approached me.
It seems to think that its elemental abilities were useless. Meaning that I didn't have to contend with the constant burning of its fire nor its boulders of dirt and concrete.
Though just because it didn't do that didn't mean that it had given up.
I could feel the dagger in my hand grow heavier and heavier.
Some sort of gravity based ability.
It didn't matter though as soon after I just used the heavier weight to deal a bigger blow.
It staggered back from the cut and walked right into the waiting sword.
As its head were focused on me it didn't see Mihr behind it.
A moment later and it was decapitated.
I collapsed onto the ground and watched as Mihr approached me and offered his hand.
My ears perked up as I took the offered hand. All the while looking at my watch.