A small amount of struggle appeared in her eyes. Having done so much, a small voice in her heart was whispering for her to run. From beginning to end, participating was optional.

If things played out differently, maybe it would be different. Right now, the two were fighting. With a shield in hand, this Grade D was being pushed back further and further.

Having done so much, could she warrant leaving now?

Possibly knowing she could live with herself, just knowing. If she left right now, there was a good chance she would make it out alive. The minotaur had a tendency to eat its food, all of it, without interruptions.

As if without anything to disturb it, no dangers to preoccupy its attention. Hungry from starvation would stop it from even remembering she was there. After it finished eating this woman, it would start to chase her down. So could she escape?

A dark expression befell her face. A large part of her really wanted to try. However, her sanity was not lost like the minotaur. Leaving now was not a smart decision. For one, escaping was questionable. It was possible, though was it likely?

That was the issue. In the end, she didn’t want to find out. Knowing full well, she might regret this decision very quickly. A disturbing smile appeared on her face for a moment. If Leo was here, and he told her to leave, she knew she would.

Granted, Leo would have stopped her from attempting this stupidity in the first place. It was fine before he said anything. She had an uncanny ability to avoid deep self reflection. Their first conversation she labeled him completely insane.

What did the world come to when that insane person was now the voice of reason inside her head. Worse, he wasn’t even here, and he was still the voice of reason. Then again, he wasn’t here. And that is what mattered.

Without using mana she slowly followed their path, making sure not to make any noise. By this time, they had moved a good twenty feet.

The Grade D woman was showing very obvious signs of exhaustion. Jessica looked down at the ground, she couldn’t be sure whose it was. However, there was a very large amount of blood on the ground. Having not wanted to draw attention, she could only conclude it likely belonged to the minotaur.

By this time, Tasha was nearing the end of her rope. Each breath was leaking into the next. There was no pace, no pause. Every breath was followed by the next, clear signs of exhaustion. Things one should never experience during a fight.

If a fight made it to this point, it meant one of two things. At least from her experience, the first was being saved. Other was death. Those were the only two options, only right now, who could possibly save her?

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To begin with, she had put her hopes on a Grade E, she should have just abandoned her… No, she didn’t really regret that, she was more remorseful that she got a Grade E killed.

Generally, thinking about other things would be a distraction that would get you killed. Right now, she was in so much pain. So out of breath, and tired. This distraction allowed her to continue moving.

Minotaur’s were very strong and extremely dangerous. They had a fatal flaw, hunger. Minotaur’s only made it to Grade B if they were extraordinarily lucky. By the time a Minotaur made it to the middle of Grade C they would try their best to breed.

Starting from Grade C, their bodies balance would be broken. In terms of ability, minotaurs were peak predators. Very few things could best it at the same rank. In ancient times, a minotaur at the beginning of Grade C could fight most creatures at the peak of Grade C. A testament to their bodies power.

In exchange, starting from Grade C, the amount of time spent on any hunt needed to be quick and decisive. This minotaur had a small altercation with Tasha at the beginning. From there, she snapped out of her own stupidity. Realizing she didn’t want to die, she ran.

The once weapon of mass destruction had been critical wounded from the beginning. While having Grade D mana, its capacity was incredibly small, its body had fallen. What none of them, not even the minotaur knew was that if an expert could see it now. They would classify the beast as Grade E. This was also how the two were still alive.

Since the beginning, its reserve of energy was leaking far beyond a normal minotaur. Using Grade D mana while theoretically being Grade E meant it had less than a third of the time to hunt for food.

However, such injuries were rare. If the minotaur could start using Grade E mana again, it was likely the two would be dead by now. If only.

Having dropped her mace, not even knowing herself when. The shield in her hand was continually being placed on the ground as she took a step before dragging it back. She wasn’t alone.

The minotaur was desperately wheezing. Since both were at their end, neither realized the situation of the other.

One had a mentality of blocking once last time, before thinking the same thing next time. Desperately waiting for something to change without realizing opportunity had shown itself, simply too tired to seize it.

While the other was desperately trying to grasp the other. If it could just grab them, taking a bite would be enough to kill them. Having taken a bite out of the shield, it was too hard, what little was ripped off didn’t offer it any aid. Instead, energy spent on trying to chew caused it to lose energy faster.

Jessica, watching silently from the back, felt that it was nearly time. She could hear the two, however she couldn’t get a clear picture. Moving too soon might expose her, ruining her chance to end it in one hit.

A mindset of better for that woman to be injured than herself. Jessica wasn’t planning to abandon the other. There was no proof she wouldn’t be abandoned if tides had changed. No matter how unlikely, it didn’t mean the chance was zero.

Watching as the minotaur fell to its knees. Eyes shining, now was it.

Struggling to its feet. Leaning over, falling completely. Madness in its eyes, having been so large, when it fell it took the woman down with it. Without being able to lift the shield with the minotaur’s weight on it. Relishing the despair in her eyes, moving forward to take a bite.

Pain, it should be enjoying food, however, all it could feel was pain. A sensation that it only felt when it watched its parents die, could be felt once more. With the last of its life, the minotaur used its arms to grab at the thing that had attacked it from behind, before throwing it across the ground.