Linie stared evenly at the opponent several feet across from her, hands resting at her sides, almost giving her the appearance of a statue. One could be forgiven for assuming that was how her opponent had found her.
Were it not for the massive hole in the battlements above them. Linie had forced her chosen foe off the walls so that Lord Lügner could deal with the mage. To her surprise, her adversary remained standing.
Lesser beings would have fallen from that strike alone, Linie thought.
An explosive crackle sounded behind Linie, blasting part of the battlements above her to smithereens. The sheer force of the magical attack sent a gust of wind rippling through Linie's hair, yet it didn't seem to even register for her.
"... Sounds like they've begun as well." Linie glanced up at the walls.
So, that apprentice of the mage Frieren still had some fight in her. Lord Lügner would handle her, however. Best not to interfere. If there was one thing a Demon valued, it was their pride.
She spared a sidelong glance at her opponent. They had survived the first strike, yes, but they would perish soon. Aura's executioners always fulfilled their tasks.
"... It's a shame, though. We're nearly finished here."
A few more blows from her axe had seen to reassuring her that she was still the superior fighter. Her opponent would not be long for this world.
"... Perhaps I'll observe their battle," Linie mused. After all, this wouldn't take much more time. One strike, maybe two, and her foe would collapse.
Still...
The battle above didn't seem to be wrapping up any time soon. Doubt briefly gnawed at Linie. A mere human... a match for Lord Lügner? Ridiculous. But even so...
Lord Lügner gets cross when I interfere. And yet...
Violet energy coalesced into the shape of an axe, as her magic Erfassen tapped into her memories of the dwarf Eisen's combat techniques. Linie spun the axe as she assumed a low stance, observing her opponent for any sudden movements.
Eliminate them quickly, Linie told herself. Then deal with the apprentice.
