She Becomes The Hero In Another World 20 She Fights A Shadow Monkey

With full momentum behind it from it's charge, the enraged shadow monkey swungs out its long arms, sharpened claws gleaming as they approached her. It slammed them down, deeply slashing out gruesome scars on the ground where it landed. But, right in front of its arms, not one foot away from it's claws, Robin stood, unharmed at all.

Pivoting on its now-grounded arms, the dark figure struck out again, this time with its legs, slicing the air with the speed of its movements. Each time it kicked out, the legs were most certainly aimed straight at Robin. But, at the peak of it's swing, each kick ultimately fell short.

It was almost as if Robin were using s.p.a.ce magic to teleport. However, Christian and Keith could both see that there was no sign of any magic being used. This made them glance at each other in shock. How could anyone perform such a feat without magic?

And, even after exhausting the momentum behind it's legs for kicking, the monkey still hadn't given up the attack. It's tail whipped out, like a black snake, whistling in the wind as it aimed for Robin's head. But the results of this attack were not the same as the first two. Instead, a flash of silver struck out, a silver snake even faster than the black one, biting through the money's tail at its base.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRROOROOOOOOOAAOAAAAAHHH!!!!"

The shadow monkey roared in agony, as its tail was so easily severed from its body. After the silver snake slowed down, it could be seen that it had actually been the hero Sword in Robin's hands. She had thrown a perfect counterattack in the small interval between the monkey retracting its legs and swinging out its tail.

"You're unbearably slow, do you know that!" Robin scoffed.

Now, that the monkey was distracted by its pain, it was the perfect time to press the advantage. Keith slashed out with his sword, aiming for the Monkey's heart. However, due to the chaotic nature of the Demon's writhing, Keith's sword slashed out a glancing wound to the shoulder, instead.

An arrow also flew forwards, towards the creature. But, just like Keith's attack, the arrow only sliced past the monkey's neck, drawing a small line of red, before burying itself into the ground. The person who had shot the arrow was Christian.

Originally, such a wound would have been noticed right away by the beast, but it was so agonized by the pain that it felt on its rear end, that the small wound on its neck didn't even register to it. Thus, it didn't even turn to look at the archer, focusing its completely red eyes on the figure before it: Robin.

As the shadow monkey, it relied upon its stealth, strength, and speed in order to deal with its opponents, but the things it prided itself in were nothing before Robin.

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It launched itself forward, executing another frenzied flurry of attacks at Robin again.

Up, down, left, right, backwards, and forwards, it swungs its arms and legs akimbo, sharp claws flailing about in a grand acrobatic feat of speedy attacks. But, Robin simply sid-stepped them all, her eyes closed. But, even so, she still managed to minimally repositioning herself so that the strikes couldn't land on her at all.

To tell the truth, this shadow monkey's fighting style was similar to a rudimentary kind of Judo. It focused on grappling with people, holding onto them in a difficult position where it could freely bite them however it wanted. The only flaw was, that it had to come into contact with its opponent first.

Because Robin was avoiding contact with it, the shadow monkey's strengths had now become its weaknesses as well. After all, what good was it's strength if it couldn't hit anything? Thus the shadow monkey's main weapon was efficiently neutralized.

Christian could not help but admire Robin's dodging skills. If it were Christian, he would probably be dead after the first strike. However, this young lad was able to dodge and weave through the flurry of attacks with a grace and ease more likely found on the dance floor than the battlefield.

It was almost as if she turned into a ghost sometimes, with the way that each strike was dodged with such pinpoint accuracy. Christian rubbed his eyes in unbelief. Was that 'Teleport'!? No! Even more surprisingly, it WASN'T 'Teleport'!

'It's time to end this.' Robin decided, and angled her blade diagonally towards the ground, as if she were going to sheath it. The Monkey, mistaking her actions for letting her guard down, launched itself at her, bringing its full body weight forward towards Robin.

"YOU'RE TOO SLOW!" Robin yelled out.

Alongside Robin's yell came a sword swing. As it started out, it seemed slow enough that even a monkey could dodge it. Indeed, one could even say that it was a lazy, half-hearted swing by appearance. However, by the time the monkey recognized the sword was swinging, Robin was already sheathing her sword. Before anyone realized, she had finished her attack.

Both figures seemed to freeze in that small clearing. Then, a red line appears on the shadow monkey's neck, and its head tilted over, falling down and bouncing away from the monkey's body as blood poured out upon the ground.

Robin checked her sword, again. Once again, there was no sign of blood on it, as she examined it under the light of the growing twilight.

Then she turned to the others, and smiled. "Well, let's go rescue that damsel in distress, from inside that old hollow tree."

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After they pulled the maiden out, Christian chivalrously lent her a cloak. Since the Shadow monkey had absconded her in the middle of the night, she was still wearing her nightclothes, which were already soaked through with water. The small group quickly built a small fire to help her dry off.

While they were waiting, Robin braided a simply pair of gra.s.s sandals, seeing that the maiden was walking with bare feet. For some reason, this ended up interesting Christian immensely. But Robin managed to put off his questioning about it with a promise to show him in detail later.

"What about the demon's corpse?" Gerard asked her.

Robin then glanced at the corpse, cooly, and replied.

"What about it?" Before turning away, with a pale face and a frown. 'Oh, right. I forgot that Demon corpses are valuable.' Even though she felt sick just looking at it, she knew that she couldn't be so prodigal as to waste such a valuable source of income.

"Aren't you going to collect your spoils?" He asked.

"Do you know what needs to be collected?" She asked, glancing at him with one eye.

"I do. Anyone knows how." Gerard answered.

"Would you believe me if I said you were looking at someone that doesn't know a thing about processing demon corpses?" Robin asked.

"...I suppose that's possible." Gerard answered. 'But highly unlikely.'

"Good. Then I'll make a deal with you. You help me process the corpse, and I'll give you a share of it when we return. Can you do it?" She asked.

Gerard looked at her weirdly. "Why would you do that?"

Robin sighed. "I need to get the corpse processed, but don't know how. You need capital if you're going to be travelling, and know how to process a demon. If we co-operate, then it's a win-win situation for the both of us, right? Just think of it as me trying to find an excuse to repay you for helping to point us in the right direction."

Gerard stared at her for a bit more, thinking it over. Then he nodded. "All right, you've got yourself a deal!" He shook her hand.

After roughly processing the corpse, everything was shoved unceremoniously into a side-pocket of Robin's Magic Bag, to separate it from her everyday stuff.

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Not long afterwards, under the light of the rising sun, the four slowly escorted the damsel back through the forest back to Kelly Village.