The Blood Spirit (Part 2)

"Is your friend going to be okay? I mean, that thing is too strong!" Jean questioned Nathalia, as she slowed the pace of her running.

"Uff... Luke is one of the strongest people I know. He sure is as strong as any Class B. Rest assured."

The mulatto-skinned man's eyes sparkled after hearing the girl's answer because he knew there were less than ten thousand Class B Adventurers in the entire world, so that dark figure must be quite strong to match up to one.

"If he's as strong as a Class B, what rank is he? Upper C?"

"We're Class F," Nathalia said with a smile.

The rich man's face darkened on the spot, like someone who had just had his confidence crumbled. Still, he knew the Elf was no ordinary civilian, after all, she was carrying Lizz at the same time she was running, so the mystery man might not be either.

"Keep up with me, we have to run to the Guild." Spoke Nathalia, a little breathless.

"To the Guild? No... it's too far away!"

Nathalia stopped, put Lizz down, and said: "Then take care of her here and wait for rescue. I'm going to the Guild!"

"Wait, I have a much better solution in mind!" Jean shouted, interrupting the Elf's onslaught.

"I'm listening."

*

Because of the Blood Spirit's rapid regeneration when in the physical state, and the creature's lack of physical and magical strength, Luke's instincts warned him that the Spirit was not in its full state.

'What do I do now?' he wondered, as he saw the monster coming towards him, slowly. 'Fuck it, I'm going to cut this thing down until it can no longer regenerate.'

The half-wolf knew that the physical blows of that mysterious being could not be ignored, not least because he was able to destroy a wall with ease, however, there was no alternative but to face him head-on.

So, Luke dived from the building toward the monster, his sword ready to strike a blow.

The Spirit put his arm in front of him, and thus he was easily severed. In the end, the blade that Ynosuke gave as a gift to Luke, was great.

This meeting of the blade with the creature's arm generated a strong draught, which knocked a few tiles out of place.

Just like the lost limbs of the Dungeons monsters, the right rear arm, turned into a kind of black dust, that in midair disappeared.

Tum! Luke landed on the ground and immediately looked up. A meter and a half above him, the creature was standing still, and moments later another arm grew in place of the one forcibly torn off.

'Damn, I have to be faster!'

The half-wolf did not give up, quite the contrary, seeing that his opponent was formidable, he began to get excited. Many more blows were made, several arms were cut off within minutes, and the creature did not get out of the physical state once. Finally, all the results were the same: the Blood Spirit was still intact.

Lateral, bilateral, multiple, diagonal cuts... nothing worked. When Luke thought the problem was his speed, he adapted. When he believed that his strength was the issue this time, he doubled it.

The monster was also learning the half-wolf's movements because sometimes it came very close to hitting him.

"Huf... Humph... If I get hit by him, my instincts tell me I won't be intact... Unless..." A possibility crossed his mind. "Okay, I have to test it."

Luke was still unsure if his throwing knives were still in the creature, and also if the parchment hadn't come apart inside, so he wanted to somehow find them.

As the blows to the limbs had no favorable results, the half-wolf began to focus his blows on the creature's chest, aiming to find remnants of those items absorbed by the watery liquid from before.

The curved sword, when went through any part of the creature's body, would roll back and strike the same spot again, so as not to let the Spirit regenerate.

by doing it, Luke learned that this was useless as the damage was almost null compared to the creature's rapid regeneration.

Instead of the Spirit having its restructuring suppressed, it appeared to be much more accelerated.

'It's not working... the problem here wasn't the speed. He's simply too resistant to physical attacks.'

The half-wolf was already aware that in the Dungeon there were monsters resistant to physical attacks, such as evil spirits and other categories of almost intangible monsters, but it was out of imagination that he would encounter such a strong type outside the Dungeon.

'Okay, I'm going to try to rip your head off now. So, make sure you keep your head down, so you don't let the crown fall off, princess.' Luke joked with the creature internally.

However, the boy didn't have time to start his next round of blows at the creature, because his ears picked up a unique and characteristic vibration coming toward him.

Zing! An arrow whizzed past between the Spirit and the half-wolf, narrowly missing hitting Luke's saber.

As the buzzing vibration came from the right, Luke immediately turned in this direction and saw an elf, with white hair and green eyes, whose dark skin contrasted with the large, white bow in her hand.

Quickly, Luke jumped backward twice and stopped under a chimney.

The elf quickly took another arrow from her quiver and fired, this time in the direction of the creature, and the arrow came nowhere near hitting. "Tsk! Slow targets are very unpredictable..." She clicked her tongue and spoke.

"Who are you?!" Luke shouted at her.

The woman looked at him in confusion, arched only her right eyebrow, then opened her mouth in surprise. "What are you doing here? Civilians shouldn't be in a combat area."

Vupt! The Spirit tried to land a slow blow on the half-wolf, which was easily deflected with just a leg rollback. However, the punch had enough force to make the wind generated by it, blow the half-wolf's hood off.

"What are you talking about?!" Luke questioned.

"We were alerted that there was a monster here, what is happening?!" The elf explained, nervously.

Then a hand touched the woman's shoulder and a boy appeared behind her. Demonstrating a lunatic grin, the short man with long white hair and dark skin, shouted:

"Get out of the way, you dumb asshole! I'm the one who's going to kill that bloody stupid monster!"

Then, as if he could teleport, the boy appeared just above the Spirit, and with a right jab with his very large gauntlet, he hit the monster so hard that it buried him in the building below. Brooooooom!

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