I stared at the bear before me. It was something like nine feet tall, standing on its hind legs. It had dark brown fur, with lighter brown spikes extending from its spine and elbows. They looked remarkably sharp, but I doubted they were that sturdy. Nothing I couldn't snap off if things got really desperate.
The creature didn't move during my examination. I could almost imagine that it was looking me over, in turn, trying to decide whether I was worth feasting upon. Not an impossibility, actually, if it was anywhere near intelligent as the wolves.
"You do not want to fight me," I warned, letting some of the magic within me spill out and over the beast. I wasn't expecting the bear to submit as the wolf had, but I did think it would turn and flee once it felt the difference between us.
To my surprise, it let out a roar and swung for my head with one of its massive paws. I ducked beneath it but didn't strike back, too worried about what Lucy might think if I sent the beast flying.
"Wh-what's going on?" Lucy demanded from behind me. She was still undressed, wearing only one greave, but now clutched her sword in her hand. "Spiked bears are pretty curious, but they don't usually attack unless they feel threatened!"
...Ah. Perhaps this was my fault, then? I felt bad for the bear, in that case, but I had little choice but to deal with the threat before me.
"Lucy!" I called out, dodging another of its blows. "If I can keep it occupied, can you take it down?"
"I think so!"
"You
think
so?" I questioned, grimacing a little. I wanted to pretend that I was weaker than Lucy, for the sake of my disguise, but if Lucy was the pinnacle of human strength then I really didn't know what to say.
"I can try!" Lucy declared, holding her sword up high. "Usually I'd say we should run, but if it's attacking people for no reason then we definitely can't let it go!"
"Good girl," I responded, lifting both hands and grabbing hold of the paw that swung toward me. I tried to make it look like a struggle, allowing its claws to get perilously close to my face.
"Now Lucy!" I yelled, pressing back against the paw.
The bear growled in response, as Lucy leveled her blade toward the creature. Before she could step forward, however, I heard a roar behind me. I couldn't turn around, but I could easily guess what it was.
"A second spiked bear!?" Lucy cried out, confirming my suspicions. "It must be the first one's mate!"
"Then I imagine it's not going to be very happy about this," I muttered, taking advantage of Lucy's distraction to thrust the bear's claws away from my face and step backward.
"Shall we each take one?" I asked Lucy, eyeing the bear. Its muscles seemed to tense under my gaze, as if it was wary of what I might do. It didn't show any sign of backing down, though.
"Each take one?" Lucy asked me, her orange eyes going wide as dinner plates. "Eena, you could barely fight it!"
"Physically, perhaps, but you haven't seen me use magic yet." Humans weren't supposed to be strong enough to toss bears about, but magic was another matter. Magic capacity fluctuated wildly from person to person, after all. "Can you take the other bear, Lucy?"
"...I'll manage!" Lucy declared, lifting her sword up in front of her face.
A small smile tugged across my lips at the display of determination. "Good girl," I repeated, turning my attention back to the beast before me.
It roared, dropping down to all fours and charging toward me. Its mouth opened as it ran, wider than I would have thought possible. I could see four rows of teeth in its maw, all razor-sharp. All rushing toward me.
I dodged to the right, elbowing the beast in its side and driving it into the earth. Then I ran a bolt of electricity through its body, causing its fur to stand on end as its body twitched beneath me. When I cut off the flow of electricity, the monster was already unconscious.
Lucy's back was to me, her focus on the other bear; I had no reason to hold back. Still, I chose not to go for the finishing blow. The creature had, ultimately, only attacked because of my own actions. It felt wrong to kill it for that.
Unfortunately, I couldn't expect the same result from Lucy's fight. When I turned my attention to her, I found her battling it out with everything she had, deflecting the creature's claws with her sword, dodging strikes, and cutting into the bear whenever she could. It had a myriad of red stains on its fur, from numerous shallow wounds, but it looked no closer to going down.
"Perhaps I can help?" I called out, as Lucy dodged one of the beast's paws.
"You're already done!?" Lucy called back, voice pitched high in obvious shock. Not that she let the surprise slow her down. She dodged another blow, as I watched, and gave the bear another shallow cut on its side. It seemed obvious to me that Lucy was winning, but how long could she keep it up? Even if she had the stamina, the bear only needed to get a single good strike in to win this.
"I got a few lucky blows in," I lied. "Do you need help, or not?"
"I could really use some!" Lucy called out to me. "This one's really strong! If my sword wasn't unbreakable, I'd probably be dead!"
"Unbreakable?" I asked, mentally sifting through my options. Perhaps a small shock? Not enough to bring the bear down, but enough that Lucy could find an opening for the final blow? That would allow the heroine to keep thinking she was stronger than me. "I'm sure it's well crafted, but if you treat your blade as if it's unbreakable you're going to end up in trouble."
"No, it's literally unbreakable!" Lucy insisted, bracing the sword above her head to block an overhead swing from the bear. "It's a holy blade!"
"What? So it's..." Indestructible. That was the word on my tongue, but I couldn't force it past my lips. A holy, indestructible sword? There was only one that I knew of, in the entire world.
It had been my mother's.
"Lucy?" I called out, voice trembling faintly. "Where did you get that blade?"
"Huh? My sword? It was a gift from the Grand Patriarch himself! Apparently, the demon queen stole it from heaven, but the church recovered it for the sake of the Goddess! It's a really nice sword, but..." Lucy paused, using her sword to ward off another of the beast's blows. "But it's not really enough right now! A little help, please?"
I didn't respond. My eyes were locked on the weapon Lucy held. The holy blade that was mine by right. The miraculous item that had been stolen from us when my mother fell. I could feel my handscurling into fists, my nails biting into my palms.
"Eena?" Lucy called out again, as the bear drew back a step. "Eena, what's wrong? I could really use some help!" The bear dropped down on all fours, its eyes locked on Lucy. Its jaw opened wide, revealing rows of teeth that were obviously meant for tearing at meat. It charged toward Lucy. "Eena!" she shouted, desperately, jumping to the side.
The bear didn't stop its charge, even after Lucy leaped out of the way. It continued moving forward, running straight past her and toward me. Its jaws were mere moments away from me, but I wasn't scared. I doubted it could hurt me, but it was welcome to try. I probably deserved it, letting Lucy fight and risk her life like that. Not helping when I said I would. When I'd caused this problem to begin with. I knew that was wrong.
It was just that she had my mother's sword.
"Eena!" Lucy called out, terror in her voice as the creature's claws came toward my head.
Suddenly, a blur of black and red struck against the bear's side. The monster let out a roar of pain and surprise, striking at the thing that had hurt it, and sending a black-furred creature tumbling across the forest floor. It came to a stop right in front of me, whimpering faintly.
"...You..." I whispered, staring at the horned wolf I had spared a few days prior. She whimpered again, in response, her dark eyes fluttering open. Her gaze focused on me, and she let out another noise. She sounded somehow happy, as if she was relieved I was alright.
...What, precisely, was I doing
?
Allowing people to worry over me, to get hurt over me, because of some sword? What would I have done if the beast had chosen to focus on Lucy, instead of the one who'd taken down its mate? Had I not spent the day thinking of Lucy as another victim of the church? Could I have lived with myself if she had died? I was ashamed of myself.
I turned my attention to the bear. The wolf's horn had struck it in the side, and a patch of its fur was blackening and falling away. That didn't stop it from turning toward me again, roaring loudly before beginning its next charge.
"Eena!" Lucy shouted out, pushing herself up onto her feet. There was fear in her eyes. A fear she held for
me.
She honestly thought I was in danger. Would her fear for me turn into fear
of
me when she saw what I was capable of?