20 Wrestling A Tiger (1/2)
A long time passed before the beast and human flew at each other. They disregarded magic for the time being, purely contesting with strength and strategy.
Nine enjoyed herself as she finally let loose for the first time since she arrived in this body. Honestly, it felt great. Even back on Earth, she had always been restraining herself because she had responsibilities and endless worries. Here, she could just throw around monsters and beasts to her heart's content. Plus, they had healing magic here, so it was even better. Even if someone was on the brink of death, she could still freeze the body's status to amp up the magic.
Slamming a super-charged fist in the Demonic Winged Tiger's face, she approved when it didn't flinch back despite the pain it had to be feeling. Nine mentally appraised the tiger again. While not really what she was looking for in a familiar, she didn't want to kill this one. The few beasts she had seen previously had seemed horribly dull.
It was hard to find a beast this intelligent. Or rather, even amongst humans, it was pretty hard to find another relatively intelligent person.
She dodged the angry swipe from the beast, running up its foreleg to give herself a push as she flew up, kicking the beast in the face right on the same spot she had punched moments earlier.
”ROAR!” it howled, angry beyond belief. It couldn't believe that it was being beaten by a puny human. How was he dodging her attacks? Nothing had ever given her this much pain before. The pain was radiating in waves from where it had been punched, leaving it an aching reminder that throbbed as it tracked down the human's movements.
Although in pain, it didn't rashly make a move. Nine's eyes brightened. The more she saw, the more she approved.
A ring appeared in the air as the tiger fired up a magic spell. It sank into its body, suddenly boosting its speed and strength.
Strengthening magic. She was surprised that this Sixth Tier Magic Beast was able to use it. It must have seen some humans use it previously and puzzle out how to use it on itself. She wondered how it was able to do that when the ring of magic was imbued with runes. Was it just instinct? Innate? She didn't think so. There was something here that she was missing.
Lost in her thoughts, Nine almost allowed a hit to slip in while she was distracted. She clicked her tongue, focusing again. It wouldn't do to underestimate the opponent now, not when she could see the crafty flash in its eyes.
The Magic Beast eventually grew weary when it realized none of its hits or strategies were moving, not even after she had used magic. There was something unsettling about this human, and she didn't like how her senses kept constantly telling her of the danger.
Flapping her wings, the tiger flew into the sky, dodging one of Nine's attacks as she cast another magic circle.
Nine let out a little laugh. It seemed that the beast had finally pulled out all the stops, making full use of its appendices in the fight for the first time.
While she wasn't able to recognize the spell it was using due to Magic Beasts having some sort of innate spells, she could tell from the magic fluctuations what element was about to be used.
Shooting the lowest and quickest First Tier spells, Nine consistently dodged and fired, disrupting the casting sequence of the Demonic Winged Tiger, causing roars of rage to emerge in the forest.
It was practically a miracle that nothing else had come to spectate and see if they could get anything out of two high tiered magic beasts fighting.
The two exchanged a flurry of blows and magic, steadily depleting the magic inside them.
The tiger panted, never having used this much magic since it had emerged to Fifth Tier, let alone Sixth. Warily, it had to land on the ground for some respite as its wings trembled with exertion.