The grinding sound of the scale tipping resounds, and realization hits her as her own spell leaves her body under her opponent’s control. She stares at the elf before her, her small stature hiding her true nature. White hair tumbles with the force enveloping them both. The pale column emitting from her, revealing the monster she truly is. Her green eyes gazing into her own. Unflinchingly. Mercilessly. It seems like madness, hiding one’s magic like that. Lowering oneself, like that. But this elf does. And it achieved its purpose. She’s at her opponent’s mercy, and it is a mercy she’s not expecting to receive. The elf before her isn’t called The Slayer for nothing. The column vanishes like the lights in the eyes of a decapitated human. Frieren turns and her white pigtails settles along her back, no longer
Stella was so right about this, she thought as she exited the changing room, having soaked in the hot tub for half an hour. They’d both been stressed at work, and it had started straining their relationship. Stella had noticed though, and insisted on them taking a short holiday, just the two of them. So, they’d found a resort and reserved a weekend. Now halfway through Saturday Aniek was already feeling a lot better about herself and realizing just how badly the stress had affected her. “Hey there pretty lady,” she heard a familiar voice call her, her cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment at the cringy pick up line and the affection behind it. She turned towards the voice and saw a beautiful blonde with drinks in her hands, a blue bikini top and a beautiful skirt swaying with her steps. It was deep blue at the waist, gradually turning purple as it fell towards her ancles. Her thigh flicked in and out of sight through the full length slit in the skirt, and she wanted to reach out