The sailors spotted the blue haired girl arrive and did as they were told, still remembering the displays of power they had witnessed her pull off earlier, instead watching the nun fight with the Naga. Kiersa’s chest was heaving from the exertion of sustaining not just one but two Stigmata spells, grunting as the Naga’s trident struck against her shield once more, her own blade swinging out to try and get the creature. Their serpentine form gave them far too maneuverability for her liking, but such were the challenges the Maker sent her.
“Ssssoon you’ll ssssleep mortal… death awaitssss you!” the beast hissed as it coiled its tail around her, holding her in place like a snake with a mouse. The nun cried out as the limb began to tighten around her, her arms pinned beneath the scaled embrace that was crushing her chest.
The nun fell limp in the serpent’s coil, faint motes of light signalling the dispersal of her Stigmata spells. The naga gave a chuckle as it used its trident to tilt her head up to force her to look at it.
“Now… you sssshall pay… for what your friend did to ussss… it will be sssslow… and an agony like you’ve never felt before…” it hissed slowly, a smirk across its face.
“You’re wrong…” Kiersa said softly, causing the creature’s head to tilt in curious confusion.
“Oh? And what am I ssso wrong about?” it asked of her, before starting a little at the look in her eyes.
Behind those eyes was fire, and scenes of mutilation witnessed.
“My mortal flesh may not know much agony and pain creature… but my soul… my soul has known pain and suffering the likes of which you can never hope to inflict! For my sin I will atone! You are not the one to end me!” she cried out, a blaze of light erupting from the gaps in the coils as she cast another Stigmata spell.
“Damocles double!” she intoned, the brilliant blades of holy light surging forth and in their creation sliced through the beasts tail, severing it in twain.
The naga fell to the deck, writhing in pain as it bled from the stump of its severed limb. The nun walked over to the beast, her blades humming like the choir of a church in the silent air of these dead seas.
“May the Maker show more mercy on you, than you have this mortal world.” Prayed the nun before spearing her blade through the beasts head. As its body fell silent of life, Kiersa dispersed the blades, and found her body shaking as she fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her body as her eyes closed tight, her lower lip bleeding as she bit back the cries she wanted to pour out.
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HP: 70%, MP: 55%