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You activate Victorious Prey and claim 10% of Fenri's magic power for your own. She wasn't a spell caster, but she had several hundred levels on you. You know your instinctive magic's power is still far from enough to harm her, but every ounce counts. Fenri feels you shift in her hands, but it's too late. Before she can stop you, her arm is severed, dropping your mangled husk to the ground next to Citrinas. Startled, she leaps backwards as you take one of her feet. She manages to reattach her arm midair and grab her foot, but now she's keeping her distance from you, realizing that even with no eyes, ears, face, or limbs, you weren't to be trifled with. You just laid there, completely immobile as a monster of your nature was keen to do.

The pain did not subside, but it didn't matter. You had a secondary body to think. All this meat puppet had to do was obey your main body's orders. As you lie on the ground with all your senses purged, a clarity falls over you. You finally understand the nature of your body, and embrace its full potential. With no more distractions, you're finally using your true strengths to their limit.

Erosarkics and verdure monsters didn't have eyes or ears to sense their environment, the two of them being immobile ambush predators. You chalked off detecting things as some sort of monster sense, but it was only now you with your other senses sealed off that you realized you didn't have a new sense. You had one sense supercharged to compensate for a lack of 4 other senses as a monster. Both erosarkics and verdure monsters sensed the area through touch. The slightest change in air pressure, a sound wave bouncing off a person, you could feel it all and knew intuitively how to interpret them. The ground was even better, transporting sound waves even faster than air. You can feel how Fenri's weight was distributed in ways no human could comprehend, even the slightest shift detected by you.

You relay the information you were perceiving to your main body, letting the 6 cores calculate her next move before she made it. Which areas of her feet were pushing down hardest? How was she orienting her ankle to leap? All of that data was relayed and cross referenced with the disturbance in air waves as she moved forward. Your human eyes couldn't keep up with her, but with your eyes no longer clouding your judgement you could predict her next move before she made it. As she reached you, she swung towards you with one claw, her eyes fixated on you to see just how you had dismembered her earlier.

In her normal form, your instinctive magic could keep up with her and just barely counterattack. Her wolf form tripled her speed. You just weren't fast enough to hit her, nor could you harm her with your instinctive magic. Even with your new clarity, you were in too much pain to use formulaic magic, the cores and your brain unable to input the equations from the agony. The only way to beat her was to use instinctive magic faster and have it hit harder. Even with Victorious Prey almost doubling your magic in one shot, you were too weak to harm her. At least, until now. The answer had been staring you right in the face this entire time.

As you think this, Fenri sucks in a pained gasp of air as her swing is cut short, one of her arms cleanly sliced off midair yet again. Grabbing the limb, she leaps backwards, cocking her head in confusion. You're still an immobile lump of meat on the ground. You take in a deep breath. You don't scream this time. Now you laugh. You laugh sardonically at your own stupidity for not realizing such an obvious fix to your lack of firepower. Citrinas had no idea what she was talking about when she said you had talent in magic if you were this stupid. It was so obvious.

If Fenri's speed tripled, then you were fine. If it increased 4 fold, that was fine. 5 fold and you'd still be fine. 6 fold and you'd still be fine. Fenri tilts her head, still confused while she reattaches her limb, confused as to what you'd done. Your magic now moved faster than her eyes could track, so she had no clue how you had cut her. You just laugh at yourself while she tries to make sense of your sudden power boost. You really were a mindless, stupid monster if you didn't realize this until now. It was staring you right in the face.

Your human-hybrid form was defective. Regeneration was nerfed. Your perceptive ability was weaker than your monster form. Your human class skills were limited to the bare minimum. Even your monster powers were a shadow of their true strength. For one, your ice elemental infusion as a human only amplified the offensive power of your ice spells while leaving your immunity to ice magic absent. For that reason, you'd always despised the cold in your human form as a result. It was only natural for you to hate the cold. Verdure family monsters had a 3 fold weakness to ice magic. When you gained Final Enoch, that weakness became a 6 fold weakness. It was for that reason any ice spell targeting your hybrid form would be amplified 6 fold.

Even your own.

You send a trio of blood tendrils snaking towards Fenri, your heightened touch capable of perceiving the thickness of the fog and attacking her blind spots. Since you're just a torso, she has no way to read your movements as you hack off both her arms and one leg. At least, that was the plan. The blood fizzles away after cutting through half of her flesh. You can't see them anymore with your eyes gone, but you're betting the holy flames coating her just got hotter. Even with your absurd cast speed, dismembering her is no longer an option. You need to find a different way to pacify her. Your perception is momentarily puzzled as it spots several drops of moisture on Fenri's limbs where you cut her, the fluid refusing to evaporate despite the flames. Your blood evaporated, you sensed it, so what was that stuff... You have a new plan. From the looks of things, so does she.

She takes in a deep breath, focused on you while filling her lungs. Experienced with the effects of a holy infused voice, you form a two layered ice barrier around yourself as she lets out a deafening bestial howl. Your ice barrier quivers, her voice tinged with the same holy power Elmeria and Tomoko had as whatever blood you spilt and whatever tattered flesh in the area begins sizzling and evaporating. Even behind the two barriers to dampen the sound, you feel your body burn. Normally this attack would do nothing to you, but with your regeneration stolen it was only a matter of time until she killed you with her voice. Luckily, weeks of suffering with Elmeria and Tomoko gave you ample time to think of a countermeasure to such an absurd ability.

You forcibly expand the second layer of your barrier outwards while contracting the inner layer of your barrier towards your body. The pain lessens before fading away to a dull tingle as you create a vacuum between the two layers. She could howl all night and you wouldn't take damage so long as your barrier held. After all, sound didn't travel in a vacuum.

You sense her stop howling after 30 seconds and conjure a knife from her inventory. It seems that Fenri's instincts were still as sharp as ever. She kicks it at your barrier as you send an ice tendril forward to deflect it with ease, the magic power you stole from her paying off already. She can't beat you at a distance or play it safe. If she wanted to break this stalemate, she'd have to return to close combat. As she gets on all 4s and prepares to leap, you can only breathe a sigh of relief. This puppet went by Fenri's primal instincts. Had she been conscious, you have no doubt she would have beat you. If she waited you out, you'd collapse from fatigue. Now that she was on the offensive, you had one final chance to take her down.

You undo your barrier and fire a flurry of bloody needles at Fenri as she flies forward. She raises her arm, covering only her eyes while you send as much blood as you can at her throat, thighs, and heart. You're woozy. The pain is beyond words. You can't think. You can only pump as much blood as you can at her. Your limbs go numb as the mangled remains of your legs are harvested for more blood. She gets closer. You need to keep going. You need to keep the offensive up. You can sense the spikes melt and evaporate the second they hit her, but you don't relent. She's 30 feet away. She spins midair and digs one claw into the ground.

Weight is shifting to the right. Moderate amount of ****. She'll move 4 meters right. You correct your aim and fire where she'll be. Your attack lands, stabbing her with more of your blood. She lands again. Weight on the forefoot. Leaping forward. You adjust. Hit. She lands. Heel. Building distance. Adjust. Hit. Swaying slightly. It's a feint. She's going right. Adjust. Hit.

Her fancy footwork continues as you fire your blood at her, yet she never goes for an attack outside of a few blows you easily parry. It seems she was opting to bleed you out and **** you to waste your blood trying to hurt her. In her mind, her regeneration and the intensified holy flames meant that your attacks were doing nothing to her. She was arrogant, but she was mostly right. Admittedly, your plan was a gamble. In fact, you had shit odds, but this was the only thing you could do to her. You just continue firing your blood at her.

Forefoot. Adjust. Hit. Left. Adjust. Hit. Feint. Adjust. Hit. Heel. Adjust. Hit. Forefoot. Adjust. Hit. Left. Adjust. Hit. Heel. Adjust. Hit. Right. Adjust. Hit. Forefoot. Adjust. Hit. You feel cold. Adjust. Hit. Everything is spinning. Adjust. Hit. You're running out of magic and blood. Adjust. Hit. Can you win? Adjust. Hit. Nobody will save you. Adjust. Hit. You aren't strong enough to beat her. Adjust. Hit. You're just gambling on bad odds. Adjust. Hit. You're going to lose. Adjust. Hit. The game was rigged against you. Adjust. Hit. The monster always loses. Adjust. Hit. The hero always wins. Adjust. Hit.

You're not giving up. Adjust. Hit.

Both your legs are now nothing more than jerky attached to bone, every drop of blood leeched from them. Your arm is dried out as well. Whatever you hadn't fired at Fenri evaporated underneath her howling earlier. Your body is less than a third of its normal weight, Fenri's mauling and your callous waste of blood draining you. Your magic was less than 1% left. You're out of blood. Anymore and you'll pass out. Sensing your weakness, you see Fenri focus and leap towards you, her claws raised. From the look in her eyes, she was aiming for your head. Perhaps she didn't consider brain dead to be truly dead.

You can't move. Your legs are gone. Your arms are gone. Your spine was shattered. There wasn't enough magic to do anything. You just lie there as a tattered lump of meat as Fenri reaches you.