Chapter 528: Natural Reaction

"Aaaargh! I don't care anymore! I will never give in to a monster!" Howling a ferocious roar towards the sky, the bloodied and battered amazon raised her battle-ax above her head one last time, and with all her remaining strength gathered, she lounged at the dark bristled creature with a borderline crazed, fearless look donning her face.

The opponent that literally wrecked their group, was a strange being, something akin to an amalgamation of lesser, lower-ranked creatures. It had a thick, dark bristle, hardened needle-like fur covering most of its body. Despite that, it walked on its hind legs, like any humanoid, or evolved being would. 

It had two pairs of frontal limbs, arms, so-to-say, its four hands ending with five-five fingers on each hand, each looking terrifying with the thick ebony claws that protruded from the tip of its twenty fingers.

It had a slightly elongated face, with its nose stretching slightly to the front, somewhat similar to a hound, or a wolf, though its small, four pairs of bead-like eyes showed similarities to a hedgehog, despite the spider-like abundance of them. Continuing with the similarities, it had a pair of sharp, long wolf-like ears on top of its head, raised and standing at attention as if they were a pair of long-range naval radars.

Strangely, it had no tail of any kind, despite all of the similarities it shared with a wide variety of creatures. The strange creature snarled at the blood-drenched amazon, showing signs of a terrifying fact: it was intelligent.

A sneer could be seen as it looked at its prey, scoffing audibly as it noticed the woman's obstinate refusal to accept the cruel reality: She was nothing more than helpless prey. Under such an obvious, cruel and harsh reality how does this primitive furless weakling dare to still fight back? 

Could it be, that it wasn't intelligent enough to realize what should have been obvious? Could it be that this pointless resistance was etched into their very nature? The creature couldn't completely understand its opponent's pointless action, it found no logic in it. 

Could it be, that they were one of those fabled lesser beings that once ruled the surface centuries ago? The mythical Bareskins that their elders were telling stories about? 

No, it shouldn't be the case, the Bareskins have long since vanished from the realm. Some were killed by those disgusting worm-worshippers, some eaten by those fearsome guardians, some escaped through by relying on their primitive knowledge in the arcane arts. 

There were no Bareskin tribes, or any stragglers walking on and below the surface for centuries, and this was a fact. 

Still, if that were the case, what were these beings? Where did they come from? What do they want? The creature couldn't come to any conclusion in the short amount of time it had. 

The glinting head of the ax was sailing through the air with a frightening speed, this insolent, stubborn bipedal female was determined to go through with this annoying ploy and try her best. 

Well… it had to admit, that if nothing else, the female had the heart of a warrior, and that was something he shouldn't make fun of. Even if her brain was not completely there, he was brave and fearless. Stupid, but fearless.

It lazily raised its upper right arm as the blade entered its melee range, using its bare clawed hand to grab the sharp edge of the ax and put a stop to its advance. 

The action was sudden and despite the fact that there were no visible strains on the creature's facial expressions, meaning it didn't even exert much of its power, the attack was completely stopped, the head of the ax seemingly stuck in the hands of this strange, anomalous entity.

Though she was rather worn and torn through the long-stretched battle, Naybeah was shocked to see how effortlessly her full-powered attack was thwarted without causing any sort of wound whatsoever.

Even though she knew that this creature was way stronger than her, even if she was aware that she stood no chance in defeating it, she couldn't give in. She needed to stand her ground, for as long as she could. For as long as that little girl, Aina would get back to the camp and ask for help…

Naybeah gritted her teeth in frustration, for the second time during their clash with the creature she allowed her rage to flow freely in her body. She let it overcome her senses, to take over control. 

Unlike the last time she used her special ability, this time, she didn't want to retain any control or hold anymore. There was no point, the only creature standing was something she did want to see torn to pieces. She could finally let go of herself and use everything she had left in her to try her best.

As the metaphorical red curtain descended and took over the blonde amazon's senses, the look on her face, gradually turned more and more feral. Her eyes were bloodshot, the marble-colored sclera was like a vermilion sea where a lonesome dark brown island drifted at the center.

The veins all over her body swelled, as they were forced to pump her blood with more and more ferocity. Suddenly the wind blew next to the girl, transforming into a small whirlwind as an invisible, cold aura surrounded the tall woman.

The aura of an Asura, a heartless, fearless machine, that knew nothing but carnage. As the [Berserker's Wrath] were fully activated for the first time since, only she herself knew for how long, the one standing in front of the monstrous creature was no longer the Naybeah the others knew.

No, this being was someone else now. SomeTHING else.

…

The creature was actually startled as it noticed the sudden changes happening to the furless female. It was actually surprised that despite its condition and waning stamina, she still had such hidden reserves, such cards to pull out still. 

As it felt her power rising steadily, and the cold air stung the tip of its nose, it began to grow slightly concerned. Though it felt that it still held the upper hand, the distance between their strength was gradually decreasing…

Even worse, that strange aura awoke a strange, unfamiliar emotion, a feeling of dread inside its heart. It could feel as its legs slowly began to tremble and shake at the sight of its opponent. It felt as its bristles were standing at attention, hardening and turning into sharp uncomfortable needles, which just shocked the creature even further. 

After all, that was the natural reaction of its kind against predators. An instinctual response, their body's defense mechanism… 

It could understand it completely, as none of this made sense. Was it actually scared, despite knowing that it should still be the stronger between themselves?!

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