Maybe?

No longer interested in capturing you unblemished, you sense her get on all fours like a dog, her entire body tensing up as she prepared to pounce on you. You ready the formulaic spell you calculated earlier while setting Citrinas on the ground to make sure she doesn't get caught up in the fight. You know what's going to happen next based on her pose. Logically speaking, if she couldn't restrain you with bolas, she'd take you down with unarmed combat. There was no way you could overpower her with your stats, so blindly tackling you would be the simplest way to take you down with minimal injury

You fire your spell before she even pounces on you. Despite that, you're the one sent flying as she tackles you, sending you off your feet as she raises a fist to punch your face in. Just when she is ready to give you a french kiss with her fist, the fog clears as she sees just what kind of a spell you casted. She can't help but laugh as she finds everything in a 20 meter radius covered in needles 1 inch in height, the only gap being the area you placed Citrinas. For you, damage like this would be nothing. For a human, this would be agonizing pain and would cripple them without reaching any vital organs. For good measure, you even reinforce the needles with your magic power, ensuring that your combined weights would do nothing to break them.

"You or me Fenri." You say, the pair of you still midair as Fenri grabs you by the shirt and throws you out of harm's way, her eyes glowing green as she was still compelled to keep you from being harmed unnecessarily. Right now, you were a low priority threat, and needed to be protected. The longer this fight became, the higher priority you'd become. As she falls into the spikes you hear her say one thing, her smile fading as she scowls once more.

"Inventory." You watch her pull 4 meat cleavers from her inventory, one of them appearing at both her hands and feet as she balances perfectly on the needles studding the ground with them. With you still in midair, she turns to you and leaps for a second time, grabbing you by the shirt and pinning you to the ground as you both return to the fog. Straddling your chest, she grabs your throat and begins **** you out with both hands. She could probably break your neck if she wanted to, but she was only putting in enough strength to **** you out, as your mind swam from the shrinking oxygen in your skull.

You punch her in the stomach and try to stab her with instinctive magic, but it's all in vain. Your fists are too weak to do any real damage while your ice couldn't even break her skin due to the level disparity between you. Rather than go on the defensive, you double down on the offensive. You'd either **** her to break the grip first or you'd pass out trying.

You send a thread of ice from your right foot over to Fenri's neck, thinning it down to a hair's width as it reaches her face. At the same time you place your hand on her mouth and expand your ice thread, engulfing her mouth and nose to **** her out while giving the illusion that the ice came from your hand. Your head goes fuzzy as the world spins, hypoxia now setting in as you go for your own counter play against her. Instinctive magic might be too weak to break Fenri's skin, but your skin was still fair game.

Blood spurts from your neck as you place your free hand on your neck and send a blade of ice straight into your trachea, cutting it open without hesitation. You quickly expand the blade into a thick straw and inhaled, sucking in fresh air while you continue **** Fenri with your ice magic. With oxygen secured, you wrap your free arm around her body, holding her tightly as you put her on the defensive now. Releasing your throat, she pried your right arm away and began trying to remove the ice on her mouth, ignorant that your right arm wasn't the source of the ice magic.

At first she tries to scrape the ice off her mouth, but the ice was far too smooth for her to get a grip on it, your control over ice magic second to none. She switches over to punching the ice off her mouth, but the rate you produce ice magic exceeds her fists' destructive power, the density of the fog giving you ample moisture to use. She soon changes her approach yet again, punching you in the face in the hope of knocking you out and give her a chance at freedom. You just shrug the blows off, the blunt hits nothing compared to the burn of holy magic.

Your grin widens as you see her eyes roll to the back of her head and her blows weaken, the hero suffering the same hypoxia you did moments ago as the glow in her eyes dulls once more. Just when it seemed like she would pass out, her eyes refocus as she pulls a knife from her belt. Rather than slit your throat, she stabs her own throat and twists the knife slightly, copying your tactic as she forcibly cuts a new breathing hole for herself. You, of course, expected this as you **** your second monster core to freeze over her tracheotomy hole after she took in a single breath. She'd bought time, but that was it.

Her eyes go wide as she tries to pry both the ice on her mouth and the ice in her throat with her hands, only to find more ice grow over it like mold. Instinctive magic was fast, weak, and cheap to cast. This environment filled with chilly fog was the best environment possible for you to resupply, lowering the amount of magicos you needed to freeze it to the bare minimum. Unless she could last 4 hours without oxygen, she wasn't going to be removing your ice anytime soon. You pray that she gives in and just blacks out as you see her eyes go fuzzy for a second time, the green glow dulling as her eyes begin to close. It's only when she pulls two meat cleavers from her inventory that you realize she just raised your threat level by a significant margin and her bar for "minimal acceptable injuries" was raised to the max.

This was probably going to hurt.

You undo the ice magic freezing your hands to her, but it's too late as both limbs are sliced off at the shoulder by the hero of the hunt's bladework. Now freed, Fenri leaps backwards while slamming one cleaver against her mouth, shattering the ice covering it as she sucks in a mouthful of air. Meanwhile, you're sending ice threads to your dismembered limbs, picking them up and pressing them against your stumps, your innate regeneration reattaching them almost instantly. Even though the fog is concealing you, you know Fenri will realize you're not as fragile as a human when she sees your arms reattached and raise your threat assessment further. By the time Fenri's caught her breath, you're back on your feet no worse for wear much to her glee.

As you look at Fenri's face, you don't see a trace of disappointment in her for breaking free of your attack. No, what you see was excitement. Jubilation. Bloodlust. It seems she was having fun with this fight. This didn't surprise you. What shocked you was how much fun you were having. Maybe the monster cores were warping your psyche if you thought this was in any way remotely fun.

"You've got a real weird body, you know that?" She says with a cheery tone, summoning a pair of bowie knives from her inventory as the glow in her eyes faded ever so slightly. Odd. She's making full sentences now. Earlier, she could only say a few random words.

"Aw, you'll hurt my feelings." You say while making a fist to test your arms out. You're quite sure if you kept fighting her, she might break out of the mind control. Then again, considering that crazy look in her eyes, you're unsure if that's a good thing. At least the mind control kept her from killing you. Just when you expect her to start attacking you, you see both of her bowie knives suddenly dripping with a bright blue poison. Seems she could apply poison to knives using inventory. This actually might play to your benefit. You forgot the formulaic spell you used earlier because she literally choked it out of you, but you have a new idea to take her down. The issue is that you can't last 4 minutes fighting her.

Right now, killing you was out of question, but she had the approval to dismember you now that you were a moderate threat. Regrowing limbs wasn't an issue when you were a monster with infinite nutrients to sap from, but your human body had limited biomass it could use. You needed a better tactic, but she was outright invulnerable to instinctive magic. Your stats and cast speed were just too shitty. You needed-hold on. You don't need to last 4 minutes. You just need to last 40 seconds. Seems you're quite the moron for not realizing this during magic practice.

You really are an idiot.

You scold yourself mentally as Fenri bounds forward, her body a mere blur as she stabs you in the gut. It stings a little, but it's not like this was going to do anything lethal to you. You brace yourself as she twists the knife in your body and swings upwards, slicing you open like a Christmas present as she places her other knife in the gaping wound before you can heal. Had you been a normal human, this would have been enough for a killing blow, but now Fenri knew you were significantly tougher than a normal human and could take far more of a beating. Seems she was going to go all out in taking you down. You feel a sense of dread as you look at Fenri's face, her eyes full of excitement as she prepares something you know you'll despise.

"Inventory." She says while her knife is still in your gut. You suddenly feel bloated as she pulls something out of her inventory and and spawns it in your body at the tip of her knife. You try to throw a punch at her, but she ducks underneath you and counters with a roundhouse kick as your wound closes around whatever she put in you.

CRUNCH

Your body makes an odd noise as you see glass shards poke out through your skin. Instead of seeing crimson leak out of you, you see a strange blue fluid oozing out of the wounds as you realize how high of a threat Fenri placed you as. The crazy bitch cut you open and spawned bottles full of poison in you! Your every movement agitates the glass in your body as you feel it scrape your insides, the shards cutting you as fast as you regenerate. Meanwhile, the green glow of mind control is rapidly fading from Fenri's eyes as unadulterated joy fills them, her attacks growing more and more sadistic with each passing second. Something swishes around inside your body with your every move, the bottle's contents saturating your blood as Fenri's **** continues, her moves far too fast for you to react to.

Every cut she makes spawns another bottle in your body that she quickly ruptures with a swift blow, giving you a new pain that you'd never felt before as poison and glass enter your bloodstream and lacerate your kidneys. Soon, your blood thickens as it takes on a strange murky brown color, sparkling lightly from the glass shards filling you. You're not affected in the slightest by the poison, but you pretend to be as you intentionally slow your movements and fire a few token magic spells to keep her from noticing. Soon, you're slowly pawing at her, Fenri's previous glee fading away to disappointment as you stumble around like a drunk. You can see the glow in her eyes returning as the mental restrictions take hold, halting her from continuing the **** as her bloodlust wanes.

"Oi, oi, oi. Is that it?" She asks, as you weakly step forward and throw a weak jab at her, your punch lighter than an infant's as you fall to your knees in front of her. She grabs you by the hand and lifts you up, staring at the many glass shards leaking brown in your body. You see guilt in her eyes as she realizes what she'd done to you, giving you an opening to grab ahold of her.

"Nah, I'm just joshing ya." You say, her face contorting into a psychotic grin once more as the mind control fades to the bare minimum. Outside of killing you, anything goes as long as she stopped you now. She conjures a pair of meat cleavers again and swings at you, taking your arms for a second time before you can **** her out again. Of course, it's too late as you use instinctive magic. Rather than go for the throat like last time, you form an ice platform at your feet, lifting her up several feet as you fall backwards. Before you can reattach your limbs, Fenri kicks both of them away, the limbs making a meaty thwack as they ram a nearby building.

No matter.

Not like you needed those.

"Try not to die." You say while firing a formulaic spell at her. 38 seconds. New spellcasting record. Of course, you'd never say that out loud to Citrinas, considering you cheated to get that value. Somewhere, in a remote frozen mountain was a tentacle monster with 6 dungeon cores and chanting random numbers in sync. To anyone watching that monster, they'd be confused just what it was saying. To you, it was giving up the calculations for your next formulaic spell, your body no longer an independent brain, but a strange hive mind of parallel brains working in sync.

The fog in the area condenses from your spell, clearing up completely as you form a giant bear trap underneath her. It snaps down on her as you watch her eyes have a tinge of joy at your continued resistance, only go dull when she saw how slow your attack was, your focus on offensive power increasing the mass far beyond what you could control. Any normal person would have no time to react, but Fenri was a hero specialized in speed. To her, this was a glacial pace. Putting strength into her legs, she prepares to leap off the ice platform you created, only to realize too late that she had been trapped in an unwinnable situation. The two of you exchange warm smiles as the fight draws to its conclusion.

CRUNCH

Instinctive magic was fast, cheap, and weak. If she'd tried to leap away from a platform forged by formulaic magic, she would have escaped easily since the platform would be able to support her strength. A platform forged by instinctive magic, however, was fragile and shattered like glass the second she put any power into it, her feet sinking through the ice as she was left helplessly in the air with nothing to jump off of. Rather than be terrified at her impending doom, she holds both her arms out in a T pose as the spell snaps down on her, the scream of metal scraping ice echoing through the area as she held her knives against the frozen jaws bearing down on her. Despite pouring in an absurd amount of magic power by your standards, Fenri was able to **** the jaws apart using nothing but her arm strength. Of course, there was no way for her to escape you, the design of your attack ensuring she had nothing for her feet to kick off of. The second she relaxed or tried to escape, you'd crush her between the teeth of your spell. Even she couldn't walk off something like that.

"Good one alchemist, but not enough!" She shouts with joy as you order your monster cores to begin calculating another spell to take out her legs. The shining light in her eyes fades away to a dull glow as she focuses on you, grinning ear to ear as she licks her lips in anticipation. You no longer see the green glow of mind control, on the crimson glow of a hunter facing down its prey. Regardless, you maintain your spell, playing a game of chicken with her knowing that she was too far gone to stop now. Either her body gave out, or your magic gave out.

"Hey alchemist, I think your girlfriend might need some help." Fenri says while summoning two knives midair. At first you're confused just what she's doing, then you panic as she swings her right leg back, her eyes fixated on Citrinas' **** body. You're probably a top level threat in her book. Two attacks targeting different locations at the same time. You need both your cores active to block this, and she knows damn well you're not going to stand there and let Citrinas get murdered. At the same time, this was the best opportunity you're going to get to take her down.

You're going to do both.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" You shout, sending a single ice thread towards Citrinas as Fenri kicks both knives, sending them flying towards her. As the thread reaches Citrinas, you send it underneath her body and forcibly expand it, sending her several feet up in the air as the knives fly past her, ricocheting off the ground and flying to parts unknown. Taking advantage of this moment, you run towards Citrinas as Fenri summons more knives and kicks them. You feel a sting of metal as the knives penetrate your flesh, but it doesn't matter as you shield Citrinas with your body, taking each blow without even flinching.

As you take the barrage of attacks, hear laughter. Soon, a second laugh joins in as both you and Fenri are cracking up, unsure just who started giggling first. You have no idea why you're laughing, and you have a sinking feeling Fenri has no idea either. You're just laughing. The glow in Fenri's eyes is almost undetectable as she continues kicking knives into you, hoping that one of them would take you down. Some end up in your heart. Others in your head. Femoral artery. Carotid. Glass, blood, and poison fly out of you as she tears you apart. Meanwhile, your your main body finishes its calculations, giving you your finale. It's time to end this. As the fog engulfs the two of you, you fire you condense it into a spike heading straight for her, hoping to impale her from the feet up. Reacting instantly, Fenri summons another knife and holds it between her toes, blocking the rapidly advancing ice spike from impaling her. Seems she fell for the feint. That was just instinctive magic. Now both her arms and legs were occupied, and she had no way of blocking your last attack.

"Aw, was that the best you could do?" She asks as you stay completely motionless, unable to move your body as you kick yourself for just how stupid you've been until now. You forgot something fundamentally important about your body up until now. You had 8 monster cores that could do independent calculations, but only two of them could be used in this human body to cast magic directly. This entire time, you've only used dual casting, but you forgot something VERY important until now, live combat reminding you of a simple fact: You still had a human brain in your skull capable of independent thought.

With that, you fire your third spell, summoning a second set of ice jaws perpendicular to the original. With both her legs occupied by your instinctive spell you fired as a feint, Fenri can only hold on for dear life as the jaws snapped shut on her legs, physically incapable of fending off attacks from 3 different angles at the same time. As the coup de grace, you cancel your instinctive magic and form a new spell, sending a thread of ice to her mouth and sealing it, **** her out as the your spell destroyed her legs. It might be overkill for any other person, but you knew damn well that Fenri was a clever fighter.

Fenri continues to look at you, the glow in her eyes gone as she looked like she was happy and disappointed at the same time. The look soon fades away as she blacks out from lack of oxygen, instantly causing you to undo all your magic spells as she is sent toppling to the ground. The gag on her mouth shatters as she hits the road and begins gasping frantically for air. With the battle over, you also collapse to the ground panting. You'd taken a beating of a lifetime, you were full of glass, there were knives sticking out of you, and both your arms were hacked off by meat cleavers. Regardless, you beat her.

It was over.

Just as stand up and try to grab ahold of your missing arms to remove the knives, you sense movement from Fenri as your shadow stretches away from you, a sudden surge of white light emanating from the hero. You turn around to see holy light blanketing the **** hero. Despite still being ****, you see her try to get back up on her broken legs and continue the fight, only to collapse like a puppet without its strings. The light intensifies as you feel your skin start to burn, merely standing near her akin to a hit from Elmeria or Tomoko's voice. You see her open her eyes, both of them glowing a bright green color as the mind control took full control of her body now that she was ****. You swallow as the holy power crescendos, your mind swimming at just what you were seeing.

Heroes always have a second wind or a superpowered last stand after the monster beats them ****. You wanted to knock her out so you could carry her to safety. Now you kind of wished you outright killed her as you watch the holy power cling to her like armor as her body changed. You can see her muscles tensing up while her canines extend to a more animalistic length, the hero of the hunt's transformation reminiscent of a monster using Final Form. Wasting no time, you run out and reattach your right arm and prepare to take the left arm, only to sense something moving absurdly fast towards you.

It seems life just couldn't hand you your victory, could it?