My Servant System

After I watched the ice discus chew through the Ogre's muscular torso and relished in the shower of gore the shattering of my icy projectile brought about, I clenched the hilt of my Khopesh with a grin and bolted forwards, running along the edge of the wall and making my way towards the next rampart.

Grunts and chirps filled the camp as the Goblins tried to organize themselves, but the green humanoid monsters had no time to make a noticeable difference as Leraie and I fell upon them like a crashing wave, surrounding them with our power and dragging them into the depths of despair as we began our massacre.

Switching to the jagged, serrated edge of my Khopesh, I grinned as I swung the curved blade down towards a Goblin's skull, its elongated cranium turning as it tried to raise its spear to deflect the attack, only to stand there limply as my blade sliced messily through its body, bisecting it in yet another shower of gore.

Tearing through its flesh, the saw like teeth of the inner crescent made quick work of the poor Goblin's green flesh, my blue blade easily slicing the Goblin in half and causing a deluge of blood and flesh to splatter wetly to the ground around us, creating a beautiful, captivating art piece.

I drank in the scene in front of me with a shuddering breath, and before I knew it I was lunging for the next Goblin, running along the top of the wall once more and making my way towards the Goblin I had thrown my dagger at, the monster mewling in pain as it tried to claw the blade free from its shoulder without causing itself more agony, even though that was impossible.

Reaching it, I yanked the blade free before stabbing the monster in the eye, swallowing hard as it shrieked some more before falling silent as I twisted the blade, killing it with brutal efficiency after listening to its scream for another second or two.

When it slumped against the dagger in my hand, I pushed the corpse off and used the dagger once more, its blade still covered in crimson blood and fleshy pink matter from the Goblin before, only to get covered some more as the blade sailed through the air and punctured another Goblin's skull, killing that one instantly.

Leraie was standing in the middle of the camp, her stone pillar gone and replaced instead by herself as she cut down the Goblins that rushed towards her with swift, minimal effort slashes from her sword, slitting throats and cutting through their chests and stomachs with singular attacks, ensuring her opponents fell quickly to her blade.

It was... and efficient style, yes, and one that most people would even say it beautiful with how simple yet effective it was, but...

I stared at her with a slight frown, noting that the Demoness was treating this not like a fight, but almost like a job, her eyes not interested in what was happening past the calculations on the best way to cut down the enemies around her; she looked almost bored, which was something that I dreaded.

Finding no enjoyment in such a one sided massacre would be a curse, and just glancing at her seemed to sap the enjoyment from my mind, so I tore my gaze away from her and found another Goblin, my grin returning as I blitzed forwards and decided to take my time with this one, wanting to regain the blissful feeling of satiating my bloodlust once more after Leraie inadvertently sapped some of it from me...

The shorter, green skinned monster blinked a few times in shock as I appeared in front of it, its club held loosely in its hands as it tried to make a decision, only to look down in shock as the club dropped to the ground, alongside its two hands.

Blood squirted from its arms like water from a faucet, and the Goblin stared down at its missing hands dumbly, unable to process what had just happened for a few moments, all while I stood over it with a grin.

Watching the understanding dawn inside its beady, idiotic eyes was euphoric, and I couldn't help but giggle as the Goblin looked up at me in horror, the realization that it had just lost both of its hands finally registering in its pea brain.

The pain followed quickly afterwards, and my lips curled further into a sadistic grin as the Goblin teared up, its lips quivering as it took a shaky, uncertain step back, waving those stumps around as it tried to plead for mercy, even if beneath those watery, pain filled eyes I could see malice and anger welling up alongside the tears.

Watching it step back, I hooked the Khopesh under one of its hands and sent it flying towards the Goblin, who flinched as the mass of flesh and bone slapped into its chest, smearing its own blood across its green body, causing it to blink a few times as it once more stared at its hand.

The hand that had just been used to hit it.

Dropthe act, the Goblin let out a pained snarl as it glared at me, before it began to rush forwards as fast as its stubby little legs could take it, only to blink in surprise as its view on the world spun sideways.

Landing on the ground with a thud, the Goblin looked down and saw its leg laying on the ground a few feet away, before looking back at me as I crouched beside it, my grin widening even more as the monster finally whimpered at the situation it found itself in.

My Khopesh stabbed into the earth beside it, and I giggled at how it flinched at the action, its beady eyes moving from the blade to me as I unsheathed another of my daggers, its short, steel blade free of any gore and grime... for now.