Chiaki's breath hitched as Nayliin's relentless assault continued, each blow more punishing than the last. The water around her felt like molasses, each movement sluggish, as though the very sea was conspiring to hold her down. Every inch of her body screamed for release, but she was trapped—trapped in the water, trapped by Nayliin's speed, trapped by the unrelenting brutality of her opponent.
"She's a savage," Chiaki thought bitterly, blood mixing with seawater in her mouth. "No mercy, just… pure brutality."
Before she could react, Nayliin was already upon her, cutting through the water like a bullet. The fish warrior's leg swung around with terrifying precision, slamming into Chiaki's hip with a sickening crack. The impact reverberated through her entire body, a sharp, brutal sound that echoed in the water. Chiaki's vision went white, the pain blinding and sharp, her ribs caving inward with a sickening crunch as the force of the kick tore through her side.
Chiaki's body spun violently, an uncontrollable blur of limbs and pain. Blood poured from her mouth in thick streams, mixing with the water as she gasped, struggling to keep her wits. She hadn't even registered the first hit before the second arrived. Nayliin was already on her, knee raised high before it plunged into her midsection with bone-shattering force. Chiaki's body crumpled under the blow, the air knocked from her lungs in a violent rush, her insides twisting painfully as her organs fought to stay in place.
Her arms and legs went numb, her body no longer her own. The sensation was terrifying, a horrible, helpless weight that dragged her deeper into despair. But Nayliin was relentless. Her tail shot forward, lashing around Chiaki's neck with terrifying precision, coiling like a constrictor around its prey.
"Did you think this was going to be your fight?" Nayliin's voice was dripping with cruel amusement as she tightened her hold. "You're nothing but prey in our waters."
Chiaki's vision dimmed, the pressure around her throat squeezing the life from her with every passing second. She clawed weakly at the tail, her fingers scrabbling against the slick, unyielding muscle, but it was no use. Nayliin's grip was unbreakable. The sea seemed to close in around her as her lungs burned for air, each second stretching into eternity.
With a sickening jerk, Nayliin yanked Chiaki upward, swimming effortlessly as she pulled her prey to the surface. Chiaki's head hung limp, eyes fluttering weakly, her body a limp ragdoll in the hands of the predator. The water around them churned violently as Nayliin's tail propelled them both higher into the ocean, faster and faster, until Chiaki felt like her bones were being ripped from her body with each brutal stroke.
Then, with a savage twist, Nayliin spun them both in the water, her body wrapping tighter around Chiaki's, using her weight to accelerate their descent. The water seemed to scream as they plunged downward, tearing through the ocean's depths like a missile. Chiaki's body was a ragged mess, her limbs heavy and unresponsive as Nayliin tightened her hold.
The sheer force of their dive was beyond comprehension. The water around them shattered as they rocketed downward, a violent stream of bubbles and foam trailing them. In an instant, they crashed into the ocean floor with a violent, bone-shattering impact.
The world exploded in a flash of pain. The force of the collision sent shockwaves through the ocean, splintering the seabed beneath them, creating a deep crater. The impact was like a meteor strike, crushing Chiaki's body with enough force to tear the air from her lungs and fracture bones in ways they were never meant to break.
Her body slammed into the ground with sickening force, her back and ribs cracking under the weight, her legs twisted unnaturally as she crumpled, blood pooling around her in the cold depths of the sea. She gasped, each breath a painful struggle, her body barely able to respond as the world around her began to fade.
Nayliin slowly rose from the crater, her eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction as she surveyed her handiwork. Her tail swished lazily through the water, her movements fluid and effortless as she hovered above Chiaki, who lay broken and gasping in the wake of the impact.
"I thought you'd be more fun." Nayliin's voice was darkly amused, as though the entire ordeal had been little more than a game to her.
Chiaki's body trembled, but the fire in her spirit refused to die. Even as blood filled her mouth, even as every bone in her body screamed in agony, she refused to let go.
Nayliin's eyes glinted with sadistic delight as she hovered above Chiaki, savoring the sight of her broken, gasping form. The depths of the ocean seemed to reflect her cold, merciless nature, as though the very sea had become an extension of her cruelty.
But the fight wasn't over. Nayliin wasn't done yet.
Without hesitation, she shifted her weight, her body fluidly moving with the grace of a predator in water. She swam closer, bringing herself above Chiaki's bruised, battered form. Chiaki's chest heaved weakly, each shallow breath a desperate gasp as she lay crumpled against the shattered seabed, her limbs useless, her body broken. Blood trickled from her mouth and nose, mixing with the saltwater.
Chiaki's mind was fading in and out, the pain blurring her thoughts, but she could still feel the crushing weight of Nayliin's presence, could still hear the faintest sounds of the fish warrior's movements—slow, deliberate.
Then, with terrifying finality, Nayliin's foot came crashing down onto Chiaki's stomach.
The impact was like a boulder dropping onto her chest. Chiaki's body jolted violently, her ribs caving in with a sickening snap as Nayliin's full weight pushed down onto her midsection. The force of the stomp sent a brutal shockwave of agony through her torso, her insides twisting painfully as her lungs were crushed beneath the brutal pressure. Chiaki's eyes bulged, her throat closing up as the air was sucked out of her in an instant.
She couldn't breathe. Her chest refused to expand, her lungs burning with desperation as she gasped in vain. Her vision swam, the world around her turning into a hazy blur of dark shapes and bright flashes of pain.
Chiaki's arms and legs flailed weakly, her body fighting to survive, but her movements were as useless as the broken limbs of a ragdoll. She couldn't fight back, couldn't even scream. The overwhelming force of Nayliin's foot pinning her down was absolute, suffocating.
Nayliin's smile widened as she looked down at her prey, her expression one of pure malice.
"Still trying to fight, huh?" Nayliin sneered, twisting her foot deeper into Chiaki's stomach, grinding it into her as if to emphasize her dominance. The sharp edges of Chiaki's fractured ribs dug into her insides, and her spine screamed in protest as the pressure mounted.
The pain was unbearable. Chiaki's vision darkened, her senses fading, her body struggling to hold on to consciousness as her organs fought to stay in place. But it was a losing battle.
Nayliin let out a cruel chuckle, enjoying every second of Chiaki's suffering. "You were never going to win this fight. You were just a worm in the dirt, struggling to crawl free."
Chiaki's world was crumbling around her. She could feel her body shutting down, her limbs growing colder, her chest feeling like it was being caved in by the weight of a thousand tons. But even through the agony, the fog of unconsciousness, Chiaki's spirit refused to break.
She wasn't done yet.
But Nayliin wasn't finished either. Her foot remained firmly planted, pushing even harder, as if she intended to crush Chiaki's very will to fight. The water around them was eerily still, save for the slow, cruel rhythm of Nayliin's crushing weight.
Nayliin's cold, predatory eyes locked onto Chiaki's broken form, her tail swaying in the water like a deadly whip. Every inch of her movements was calculated, ruthless—there was no mercy in her gaze, only an insatiable thirst for domination.
Without a second's hesitation, she whipped her tail around with brutal precision. The sharp, fin-like edges of her tail cut through the water with a sickening swish, like a blade slashing through air.
Chiaki had no time to react. Before she could even brace herself, Nayliin's tail came crashing down upon her, slicing through the air and tearing into the fabric of Chiaki's casual clothes with ease. The force of the strike ripped through her shirt, exposing her skin as the sharp edges of Nayliin's tail cut across her body in a brutal arc.
The sound of tearing cloth was drowned by Chiaki's agonized scream as the blade of Nayliin's tail sliced into her skin, carving deep gashes across her chest. Blood poured from the wound, mixing with the water around her as her body jerked violently from the impact. The sharp edges of the tail bit deep into her flesh, the force so severe that it felt like her very bones were being shattered with each second.
Chiaki's body spasmed, and she fell back against the ocean floor, her chest heaving as she tried to draw in breath. Blood mixed with water as she lay there, utterly defenseless, gasping with pain. She could feel the cuts burning as the water pressed into them, the agony unbearable.
Nayliin's smile twisted into something crueler, more savage. She had only just begun.
With brutal speed, she swung her tail around again, this time aiming directly for Chiaki's chest. She was moving with the viciousness of a predator toying with its prey, savoring every second of the destruction she was causing. Her tail, now dripping with Chiaki's blood, came crashing into her torso with a bone-shaking impact.
Chiaki's body was slammed backward, the water's pressure and the force of the blow combining to make her feel like a fragile doll. Her ribs cracked under the brutal assault, the sensation of them breaking like twigs underfoot. Her breath caught in her throat, forced out in a painful, gurgling wheeze as she fought to stay conscious.
The tail dug into her, forcing her back into the ocean floor. The sickening sound of her bones splintering could barely be heard over the rush of water around them. She couldn't even scream, her body too far gone to produce anything more than blood-soaked coughs.
Nayliin's tail withdrew with a cruel, satisfied motion, leaving Chiaki's body crumpled and bloodied against the sea floor. The water around them churned, now dark with her blood as Chiaki gasped, struggling for air that never came easy.
"I told you," Nayliin hissed, her voice dripping with disdain, "you were nothing from the start."
Chiaki's heart raced, each beat echoing in her ears as the darkness pressed in. Would she survive this? Or would Nayliin's brutality be the end of her?
To be continued...