Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 101: Killing spiders
Sitting atop Inky, hovering high above the battlefield, I watch with bated breath—fingers clenched into my coat, eyes wide, heart pounding like a drumline.
Damn…
No matter how many times I see it, I'll never get tired of watching Eris fight.
It's not just amazing.
It's hypnotic.
She's like a storm made of shadow.
Swift, unstoppable, and utterly merciless.
One heartbeat, she's still.
The next—
FWOOOM!
The air rips as she vanishes, a shockwave trailing in her wake.
Then, suddenly, she's there.
Right in front of the next spider.
SHINGGG!!!
A vertical slash tears down like judgment.
Her halberd cuts through the spider's thick, plated body like it's paper. The blade cleaves clean through carapace, meat, and bone.
The monster splits open, two halves folding apart with a wet, meaty crunch.
THUD.
They hit the snow.
Black blood erupts from the corpse, spraying across the white landscape in grotesque contrast.
But Eris is already moving.
Gone before the body even hits the ground, sliding, slipping through the battlefield like death itself.
Five more spiders leap at once from all angles, their pincers snapping, their frost-covered fangs bared, their spiked legs glinting like icy swords.
But she doesn't flinch.
Not even for a second.
She spins.
The halberd twirls—once, twice—blades whistling as they slice the air.
Afterimages appears.
Then—
WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
It becomes a cyclone!
A monstrous, rotating blender of death!!!
SHRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!
The five spiders don't land.
They explode.
Shredded mid-air, blended like frozen fruits.
Limbs fly. Heads roll. Viscera rains down like sleet. Chunks of meat slap against the snow with wet splats, steaming in the frozen air.
Eris skids to a halt, covered in gore, her body soaked in black.
She exhales, her breath steaming out like a freaking engine.
"Tch…" she mutters, wiping a smear of blood from her cheek with the back of her hand. "Disgusting."
Still, the spiders keep coming.
Skittering like a living tide, shrieking, twitching, their jagged legs stabbing into the snowy ground, their red eyes gleam with hunger, with madness.
And I can't help but think—
Are they fucking stupid?
Do they seriously think they stand a chance?
Anyways, Eris doesn't hesitate.
She rushes in.
One spider lunges. She ducks beneath its snapping leg—
Another pounces. She flips over its back in a perfect arc.
As she lands, she immediately turns and strikes.
CRUNCH!!
The halberd impales the nearest spider straight through its gut, a burst of blood and bile sprays upward as the creature lets out a choked screech.
Without pausing, Eris rips the blade free and spins, slamming her boot into the corpse with the thunderous kick that sends shock wave outwards.
The spider flies, rocketing backward, collides with another spider—
Both fly into a tree. The trunk shatters.
And then—
The tangled wreck of spiders and shattered tree slams into a boulder—
SPLASH!
An explosion of gore. Blood, limbs, bone, and shards of bark blast outward in a steaming spray of black.
Eris then changes weapon.
Her halberd dissolves mid-step, bleeding into shadow. The darkness coils around her arm like a serpent, twisting and writhing, until it hardens into a new shape.
A chained whip.
Long, black as midnight, and humming with violent energy.
She twirls it once—
WHIPP!!
It lashes out like a predator unleashed, carving clean through a spider's torso with a wet, meaty snap. The body drops in two pieces, legs twitching as they hit the ground.
Another twirl.
This time, the tip of the whip coils through the air—
And as it touches the spider…
CRACK—BOOOOM!!
The second spider detonates on contact, reduced to a howling cloud of blood mist and shattered ice. Meat, frost, and chitin rain down like confetti from hell.
Another lash.
BOOM!
Another.
BOOM!
Again—
BOOOOOM!!!
The air trembles with every strike. Each crack of the whip is thunder and fire, each hit a brutal death sentence. In under ten seconds, more than twenty other spiders are obliterated, nothing left of their lives but steaming craters and melted gore.
And still, they keep on coming.
More and more, like a legion, pouring from the trees like a living flood of legs and eyes and clicking jaws.
A dozen of them scurry upward, fast, climbing the nearby trees. They perch high, twitching with anticipation, fangs dripping, red eyes fixed on Eris below.
And then—
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Threads of silk launch like bolts, whistling through the cold air.
But Eris has already reacted.
The whip vanishes, dissolving into black mist, and reforms instantly into a spinning halo of shields. They whirl around her like a cyclone of blades.
WHUNK! WHUNK! WHUNK!
Each web strikes a shield and disintegrates on impact, the silk unable to even cling to the shadow barrier. Every strand is shredded mid-air.
Then, she moves.
Both arms rise.
The shields flicker.
Shift.
Stretch.
They elongate into long, jagged bolts of darkness, arrows of shadow, charged and ready.
FWOOOOOOSH!!!
She fires.
A deadly volley tears through the air like black streaks of death.
SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!
The spiders can't even react.
They're skewered, pinned to bark like grotesque trophies, their bodies twitching as the shadows writhe inside them.
And yet, they still come!
Like moths to the flame.
Like their insatiable hunger has somehow corrupted their minds!
Ten, twenty, or even more erupt from the treeline, charging low to the ground, legs stabbing into the snow with terrifying speed.
Seems like they are going all out now.
They move as one—desperate to swarm, to tear Eris apart.
Now…
I watch in silent anticipation.
What will Eris do now?
Eris smirks.
She bends her knees a little.
Then—
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BOOM!
The ground erupts beneath her as she launches upward, rocketing into the sky like a shadow-fired missile. Snow blasts out in every direction. She soars above the treetops—rising like a black comet trailing arcs of darkness.
Down on the ground, the spiders can only look up at her, confused.
Eris then extends her arms, calling.
And the shadow arrows answer.
From the corpses, they returns to their master in a spiral flurry of dark energy.
And then—
They merge.
Forge.
Twist.
FWOOOOOM!!!
A colossal hammer materializes in her grasp—two meters long, massive and brutal. Veins of violet light pulse along its surface like it's alive, like it's hungry. The air around it crackles and hums.
She spins once in the air, momentum gathering, and then—
She plummets.
Like a living meteor…
…
"DIE, YOU FILTHY BUGS!!!"
KRAKOOOOOOOM!!!!
Eris crashes into the earth like a god descending in wrath!
A blinding explosion of magic and snow. Shockwaves ripple outward, uprooting trees, flattening the ground in two hundred-meter radius.
Hundreds of spiders are obliterated instantly in that one hit—shattered into unrecognizable fragments. Blood and gore rain from the sky like a storm.
I gag from the sheer stench, covering my mouth.
And when the dust finally begins to clear… I see them…
Only a few remain.
The strongest ones.
Towering spiders, easily twice the size of their fallen kin. Their legs are like scythes, yet bigger than tree trunks, their eyes glowing brighter, their bodies armored in thick frost.
But they don't move.
They can't.
Be cause they are all stunned.
Paralyzed by the shock of that overwhelming impact.
Of course, Eris doesn't give them time to recover.
Her hammer fades—morphs again. This time, into two massive curved, crescent blades, their edges gleaming like obsidian under moonlight.
She moves.
A blur.
One step.
SLASH.
Another.
SLASH.
A twist of her body—
SLASH!!
Each arc of her blades splits a spider cleanly in two, slicing through even the strongest armor like paper.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
They fall, one by one. Limbs twitching. Eyes fading.
And just like that—
The battlefield grows still.
The silent returns.
All around her, a sea of broken bodies. Black blood steaming in the cold. No more movement. No more clicking. No more skittering legs.
The entire spider horde…
Annihilated.
Eris stands at the center of it all, her blade slowly dissolving back into shadow.
