My Servant System

Sailing up through the air, I was able to look down into the streets of the city and get a birds eye view of everything, though it did me no good when I noticed that the Fiend was drifting right alongside me, watching me from a few feet away as it waited for me to return back to the fight below.

Any hopes of dashing away and landing somewhere else in the city were completely shattered by that, but I couldn't do anything about that right now as I just continued to rely on the whims of this Fiend for the potential to survive, and in order for that to happen I needed to kill the hammer wielding man that was staring straight up at me.

"Two dogs barking at one another, yet neither seems to have a bite... how strange. And here I was being told that the dogs born in the sands were something to be feared, and that the whelps who grew up in the comfort of the Empire were fangless."

The Fiend was trying everything possible to antagonize me while also continuing to remind me that they were right there, which was rather testing on my nerves as I clenched my hand around my blade and stared back at the Caliph.

He was my ticket out of this, so I tuned out the Fiend and made a decision, one that was probably not the smartest one but a decision that had merit to it; a decision that held risk I was willing to take right now.

Steadying my sword hand, I aimed it at the man and activated the helixes before making use of the same spell that had gotten me up here, blasting myself downwards and accepting the unbiased hand of gravity as I plummeted towards the ground at insane speeds.

The Caliph planted his feet and prepared to swing, his enchanted hammer bristling with electricity while a ring, earring and two pendants shimmered in the light, their enchantments activated.

Calculations that had no real numerical denominations behind them began to flutter around inside of my head; Wind plus Water boosted attack from a sword made from Fiend bones, amplified by speed and gravity cutting straight down onto the Caliph and his weapon should be enough, right?

Additional speed being added by my own spells, the strength I had that was also being boosted by said spells... that should be enough to cut through at least his hammer, right?

The problem was that I had already committed, and the idiocy needed to be proven to work lest I find myself turned into a fine meat paste or crippled after impact; either of those would be bad, obviously, so I prayed that I was doing a good amount of mental math right here to achieve a correct answer.

Besides, it wasn't like I was doing much of anything else these last few minutes, and the idea of trying to have a stamina face off against the Caliph was an idea that I scrapped after he continued to swing that hammer like it was nothing.

He was getting tired, yes, but not too tired nor did I have a grasp on what his reserves might end up being; I mean, training with a heavy thing like that might have built up a considerable amount of stamina, and I wasn't going to be happy with potentially elongating this even more with potions.

That just meant more time for a mistake to be made, so... here I was, flying through the air like a comic book hero as I pointed my sword straight at the dastardly villain, the green and blue swirls of mana hopefully giving my weapon an edge over his at the very least.

The time it took to descend unto the earth was merely a fraction of that which I had needed to get that high into the air, allowing me to get the answer to my foolishly brave decision even quicker as the gap between us Caninekin shortened.

Only for it to disappear completely as I crashed down onto his chest, my sword colliding with his hammer and surprising us both as it sheared through the black metal like it was paper mache, separating the handle from the head and allowing my sword to carry its momentum forwards alongside my body.

The impact alone sent the Caliph tumbling backwards with me on top of him, but with the Fiend bone blade slicing into this shoulder the damage was even greater than I had expected, and apparently he as well since he was staring at me in shock.

His earring shone before breaking, while one of the pendants cracked immediately as his back slammed against the brick, my knees driving him into the ground and causing us to create a little crater that did little to cushion this collision.

Tremors raced up my legs and spread a myriad of fissures that caused me to instantly activate that tattoo on my arm as I sheltered myself from the pain, allowing me to push through and drive my blade to the hilt into the ground, pinning the Caliph beneath me.

Blood seeped out from his lips as his torso was made into a mess, the impact treating him worse than me as he went from stationary to moving far too fast, and with my knees cracking his chest plate it wasn't a surprise to me that his insides had become scrambled around.

As he tried to open his mouth and say something, as he grabbed at me weakly and tried to funnel his mana towards his many enchanted items, I released my sword and punched him hard first, cracking his skull against the brick and stunning him for a second.

A second was all I needed to grab his head and stab my fingers into his eyes, going for the weakest spot available as I dug my digits into his skull, the mana at my fingertips freezing his brain and killing him instantly as I made the most out of this.

The sudden shift from a fight to a quick, messy kill was somewhat jarring, but what wasn't surprising to me was that I wasn't able to move just yet, my legs and most likely my lower spine suffering from rather severe damage that meant I had to look up towards the figure standing above me with a prayer in my heart and nothing else.

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