Finishing the Minotaur

As Helena considered her next move against the minotaur, she noticed it make a subtle move, stroking his cock a couple times and collecting some of the semen that was still clinging to his shaft. He then charged forward with his horns aimed right at Helena.

Helena dove to the side to avoid the charge, and he flicked his fingers in her direction.

Seeing this move coming, Helena kicked off the ground and launched herself high into the air, above the trajectory of the spray of semen sent her way. She sailed over the minotaur, who was unable to stop his charge, and did a spin before launching a slash through the air aimed towards his back. A blade of wind emerged, cutting through the air and slashing the back of the beast’s knees. Helena followed that up with a thrust, a blast of wind hitting the monster’s back as he tried to stop, his existing momentum combining with the attack to send him flying through the barn’s wall.

Following him out through the hole he’d made, Helena was able to take a deep breath of fresh air. She only realized upon escaping that she’d begun to feel light-headed due to the stench of the semen in the barn.

“You damn sow, I’ll give you a good beating after I’ve fucked you into submission, that’s the least I owe you after that,” the minotaur growled.

“You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in,” Helena retorted, gathering wind around her and floating in the air. Now that she was no longer confined to a small building, she could make full use of her flight to stay out of the monster’s reach.. She followed it up with several wind slashes, the minotaur raising both arms to block the incoming attacks.

He lowered his arms and opened his mouth to taunt her, only to realize she wasn’t where he’d last seen her, having vanished in the brief moment his own arms blocked his view.

That was when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his legs, falling to his knees as his legs were suddenly unable to support his weight. He turned his head, seeing Helena behind him, her sword having just finished slashing his legs while coated in wind mana. He reached around to grab hold of her, but she was blown out of his reach and followed up with another flurry of wind blades that slashed up his outstretched hand.

He pulled back his hand in shock, and at the same time she rushed forward faster than he could draw in his breath. Her sword, glowing green with wind mana, was held tightly in her grip. Then, when she entered range of him, Helena swung. The arc of her blade carved through a chunk of the minotaur’s neck, and he instinctively reached to cover it as blood began to spew out.

With that, she flew well out of his range again, observing him from a distance. His leg injury meant he couldn’t walk, and the wound on his neck ensured he’d bleed out soon.

All that was left was to wait him out.

With no means of catching her, while it took several long minutes, eventually the minotaur bled out. Once he collapsed to the ground, and lay there without budging for another long minute, Helena finally relaxed.

She swayed a bit, and had to close her eyes and finally let her head stop spinning. Those high speed movements were always tough on her, even if they were her most effective weapon when she had to fight in close quarters.

With that settled, all that was left was cleanup.