This Isn't the Suspension Bridge Effect

It wasn't just wind that was being forced into her mouth, but a mouthful of icy frost as well. Durandal spat several times before learning to speak with her head down like Rita.

"I don't know either! Being chased like this, I can't think of any other way but to run away from the river!" Durandal said helplessly.

Who gets into a normal fight like this, being chased by such a huge thing? This isn't some comedy cartoon!

Wait... a comedy cartoon?

Durandal felt a flash of inspiration strike her brain.

"Rita, I have an idea—waaaaaah!" Durandal looked up in pleasant surprise, only to get another mouthful of cold wind and snow.

"Please go on, Lady Durandal," Rita said, and although the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards, she knew what was important now. And she also wanted to hear what Durandal's plan was.

Having suffered twice in a row, Durandal lowered her head. "Rita, give me your weapon. I'm going to build a small ramp for this thing!"

Rita: "?"

Alright, she didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from cooperating.

She obediently handed her [Yu Long] to Durandal. Durandal came to a screeching halt, turned around, and as she leaped up, she threw the two [Yu Longs] out with a backhand motion.

The two straight spears were stuck diagonally into the ground, parallel to each other. Rita understood now. Durandal was trying to create a small upward arc for Parvati, letting the rolling beast fly out along the track built by these two [Yu Longs].

But could the strength of the [Yu Longs] really support Parvati's weight? After all, Durandal's all-out attack just now hadn't even been able to move it, and had instead caused the [Yu Longs] to bend.

And the depth to which the [Yu Longs] were stuck in the ground was far from enough to support Parvati's weight. This ramp needed at least one more fulcrum...

Before she had even landed, Durandal had let go of Rita, turned around, and with a burst of acceleration, charged head-on at Parvati.

Rita was stunned. Durandal was going to be the fulcrum that supported the other herself!!

"Wait—" Rita cried out in alarm, trying to stop Durandal's actions, but Durandal was too fast. In the blink of an eye, she had already arrived under the two [Yu Longs].

She then turned around, her hands supporting the two spears, completing the track.

Parvati came as expected, unsuspectingly charging directly onto the small ramp.

In that instant, Durandal's straight legs bent sharply downwards, and she unexpectedly knelt on one knee on the ground.

A rather crisp cracking sound rang in Durandal's ears, but she couldn't care about that now. She could only use all her strength to keep her hands from being crushed.

If my hands don't hold... then Rita in front of me is really done for!

"Haaah—!"

With Durandal's sharp cry, this long moment finally passed. The high-speed rolling Parvati really did launch into the sky!

A large shadow flew over Rita's head. Parvati stayed in the air for about a second, then suddenly realized something was wrong. It疑惑地 [yíhuò de - doubtfully] uncurled its body, only to find itself as if embracing the sun.

Why could Parvati fly?

Because Durandal made it fly!

BOOM—!!

A huge sound, and the whole ground seemed to shake. The breath Durandal had been holding in her chest was scattered by the shock. She lowered her hands, feeling a little weak.

When the stuffy breath in her chest came out of her mouth, it turned into blood. Durandal only felt that her internal organs had been displaced by the heavy pressure, and the leg she had knelt on was in a dull pain that she couldn't move.

A fractured leg bone, slightly dislocated arm bones, some muscle damage in some places, and two torn tendons...

Even without systematic knowledge of human anatomy and medicine, Durandal quickly identified the locations of her injuries based on the sensations in her body.

Such an absurd idea had caused Durandal to suffer such trauma.

But the effect was also obvious.

Durandal didn't know if the location she had chosen was intentional, but the place where Parvati landed was very tricky.

It was a pit. Parvati itself was once again on its back, but this time, the surrounding terrain held it in place, making it difficult for it to turn over, and even harder to curl up and roll away like before.

This time, it was really stuck!

"Lady Durandal!" Rita rushed over, already holding two different vials of medicine injectors in her hand.

Durandal looked up, her eyes shrinking at the sight of the needles, then she looked up at Rita with a smug smile.

"What do you think? I told you I had a way, right?" There was a hint of showing off in Durandal's words.

But Rita wasn't buying it. It was also the first time Durandal had seen Rita frown and scold her like this. "That was too dangerous! Even Lady Durandal shouldn't risk doing something like that!"

Durandal was stunned by Rita's scolding.

She... shouldn't have done that?

No... I was clearly able to do it... and it was indeed a good method. Although the process was a bit fantastical, the result is already there.

But why shouldn't I have done it?

"Lady Durandal, let me check you quickly!" Rita's voice was firm. When her hand reached over, Durandal subconsciously raised her hand to cooperate.

"Muscle strain, tendon injury... bones are also a little dislocated... what about here? Does it hurt here? And..."

Did Rita talk this much?

Durandal looked at Rita, who was right in front of her. The cold around them hadn't subsided, and both of them were now covered in a thin layer of frost.

The only warmth Durandal could feel was Rita's hand, which was roaming all over her body, touching here, pinching there, and pressing down from time to time.

And the warm air Rita was exhaling.

She looked at Rita's tightly furrowed brows. Such a Rita... she hadn't seen her when she was being pulled along, hadn't seen her when she had been contradicted by her, and hadn't even shown such an expression when drinking that nutrient serum...

Why now...

Durandal looked around, trying to find a reason, but was suddenly cupped in the face by Rita's hands.

The little bit of baby fat that had been nurtured on her cheeks by Rita's small meals in the past two days was now piled up. Rita turned Durandal's head, which had been trying to turn away, and made her face her directly.

Except for her tightly furrowed brows, Rita's lips were slightly shiny from her lipstick, her smooth cheeks were covered in a faint layer of frost, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly from the cold...

Only her furrowed brows were out of place with everything else.

That's right... nothing's different.

The only difference... is that I'm injured...

Rita, who was quickly checking Durandal's body, suddenly caught sight of Durandal's gaze. With her vast experience, she was silent for a moment, thinking that Durandal might be having a suspension bridge effect.