The Goddess' Champion

He downplayed his game to match hers, evading, blocking and counterattacking every so often; Zamira felt like it was an even match.

"Is that all you got?~" Mocking occurred with low frequency, but it didn't fail to trigger her emotions.

Slowly but surely, he noticed something strange... Zamira stopped using her fists and instead, she used her palm wide open.

"What are you doing?" He evaded one of her 'claws'.

"This is so fun, master!" Instead of answering, Zamira laughed livelily and kept chasing after him in the small clearing, sending attack after attack, at some point she could literally see a 'mirage' version of him, moving around, but this mirage was still far from being able to copy his original movements.

'She's predicting me? mediocre still but... that must be it.' At first, he thought he was lucky, Zamira is a natural in combat, whether it was her rough raise or her survival conditions, its origin didn't matter... so long as she kept combating like this.

'Now, how do I translate this fierceness into her sword, master?' Constantine asked to no one in particular.

[There is something odd with this girl...]

'Hmm...?'

[She's emitting a subtle charge?]

'What do you mean?'

[She's emitting a subtle electrical charge, her body is... like magic but not quite it. this is not static] Zebellia tried to analyse Zamira, but with her current situation, it was too difficult.

'What is static?' Constantine conversed with Zebellia while Zamira seemed to be growing fiercer and fiercer by the second, but he could still see rationality in her eyes, she was just having fun.

[It is a type of electrical charge, too advanced for your little mind to comprehend, anyway... I'm going back to sleep.]

'Now that you're here, I have a question for you.'

[Ask away...]

'Before, when I was with Aurelianne... the trial punished me.'

[Rightfully so...]

'... why didn't it punish me with Zamira yesterday?'

[...]

*BAANG!!*

"Your strength is increasing, do you want to kill your master that much?"

"Sorry! It is just... I got a little thrilled, can we continue-"

*BAANG!!*

"Don't ask, just come, I was expecting a little more from the fierce little girl, I guess I choose wrongly~"

"You didn't!"

'Zebellia?'

[I don't know the reason.] Said the whistling horse.

'Was it the trial, or was it you...'

[*WHISTLE!*]

'There is something you shouldn't ever do to a man Zebellia... you shall never stop a man from his joyful time... I will have you back for this, I promise.'

[Hmph! Good luck with that, stay away from the goddesses and the wives and I will be merciful.]

'So everything else is fair game, even you?~'

[Stay away from females of all races shapes and forms and I will be merciful.]

'You can't do that to me!'

[I certainly can, in fact... that would help us in your little debt.]

"Fuck the debt!"

"Master?"

"Sorry... I was just thinking about something, keep going, or are you tired?~"

"Not at all!"

In his outrage, Constantine failed to see how Zamira's nails were enlargening a little.

[Anyway, I will allow you to be playful once in a while... guess a beast like you can't be without flesh for too long]

'Oh my goddess, I'm glad you understand! we're finally starting to understand each other here!'

[You're a lost cause, I'm back to sleep.]

'You need to sleep and I need women, aren't we perfectly compatible? we both have an addiction.'

[Please, I'd rather you call me a hornless valkyrie than comparing me with you.]

'Whatever...' She could sleep for eternity for all he cared, so long as a lightning strike didn't come down to strike his life down whenever he touched some boobs.

...

Some more hours of sparring were enough for Constantine to start noticing Zamira's attacks to grow rather sharp, but he didn't pay attention to it initially, instead, he was surprised at her stamina, at some point he had to start using some mana to produce air directly on his lungs and feel less tired, but she seemed like she could keep going.

'She doesn't have the skill, but instead... a lot of instinct, like a wild animal, what a troublesome yet exciting girl!'

*WHOOSH!!*

Like a gale she appeared, leaving a slight purple hue behind and coming straight with her opened palm.

This time he didn't hold back either, his fist clashed against her palm, releasing a small shockwave that left him rather emotional, this time she wasn't blown away despite his stronger stance.

And seeing this deadlock, Zamira's gaze grew slightly... predatory.

'Master, you're so strong!'

*BAANG!!*

He kicked her stomach, sending her back and this time it didn't take her nearly as much to recompose herself, he evaded two of her offensives before coming to a stop due to a tree being behind him, without enough time he decided to not block the next one and instead, duck!

*BOOMM!!*

Her palm impacted a tree where Constantine's head was supposed to be, he evaded it and the impact blew away a piece of the tree's stem.

Zamira didn't notice how a small drop of sweat flowed down his forehead.

'Isn't she going a little too serious?'

...

"I didn't think fighting with my bare hands would be this fun~" The beauty held her knees and exhaled deeply, she was tired, finally...

'Her senses are increasing.' He thought, rubbing his head where the rags that covered his head had been torn slightly, showing off his silver hair a bit.

He had to prepare new ones just in case.

"Don't you feel tired?~"

"Y-Yes, just a bit, b-but I can keep going... I don't why master, but I feel I'm getting stronger! I LIKE FIGHTING LIKE THIS!" The thought of using her sword popped up in her head, but not in a conventional way.

Constantine decided to allow her some time to breathe.

"Well, you're certainly a fast learner, but something's not right, you shouldn't be growing this quickly, come at me with your sword next, I want to see how you handle it." The 'fist' test was done and she passed with flying colours, now he needed to know what she actually knew about swordsmanship.

She nodded and went to pick up her sword left against the tree.

Within his conversation with Zebellia and the fight with Zamira, Constantine lost track of time and only now do they notice the falling sun.

"It's almost night." He looked at the dawning moon, and she nodded, however, the voice that answered him wasn't hers.

"You're right, little hybrid, it is time for scars~"