With a slam like that, her face had to be bloody at least.

It'd be a miracle if she could continue fighting in her current state. When the dust settled from the slam, Saito quickly realised something, however.

She was guarding her face when she was swung down. Even more shocking was that soon after he was flung through the air.

In a feat of strength that could only be considered monstrous, Elizabeth had flung the priest with the one foot he was holding her by.

("Are you serious!?") He thought while in the air.

He landed a few metres away on the ground and before he could even process what had happened Elizabeth skewered him with her sword.

Fortunately for him, he was able to harden his chest before it touched his skin. He then slid his hand under one of her feet and flung her back.

She soon landed as nimbly as a cat but this bought enough time for Saito to kip up and get to his feet.

He felt his chest and soon noticed a red sticky liquid flowing out of a shallow wound.

("Tsk, is she using an enchanted blade? Thank god it's a cheap one or I would have been done for.")

Elizabeth wasn't going to wait for him to assess his damage and decide on a course of action so she blasted towards him.

Although Saito had already come to a conclusion. If this was the most she could manage then it was just a waiting game until she either tired out or his troops defeated the other fodder and regrouped with him.

("The guy with the dreads was a bit quick but against greater numbers he'll probably be forced to cover for his group. He'll be stretched thin before he knows it and killed. Although I'd prefer getting rid of this bitch first, so I can kill him myself. If he decides to run away there's nothing those dumbasses can do.")

He then completely ignored defence and committed fully to offence. He threw a whirlwind of punches that Elizabeth skillfully dodged.

It seemed she had grown used to them as they were no longer grazing her skin. She was able to get strikes in but all they did was leave a few small scratches on his skin. Elizabeth soon found an opportunity to kick him and sent him flying a few feet. She quickly sheathed her sword and rushed.

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("How pathetic. I know you're desperate but at least keep using your sword. I know bludgeoning might seem like a nice option but punching steel barehanded is probably one of the dumbest things you can do.")

She then did her best to copy Tibaut and dodged the man's punches and made counters where she saw them.

("???")

Contrary to Saito's expectations, as the punches started coming more and more he could tell it was hurting him. He didn't think it was enough to knock him out but he was amazed that this woman's attacks were even being felt in the first place.

("Hmm, although I might be worrying over nothing maybe I should be more careful going forward.")

He then tried to back to dodge a blow away but Elizabeth stepped on his foot and delivered a sucker punch.

Although he was the one who received the blow, she was the one bleeding. What he had done was simple. He received the blow using his forehead.

When a punch is delivered to that part of the skull it is almost guaranteed the fist will come out of it worst off. Add in a skull that is protected by iron and it's almost guaranteed to be broken.

She could be heard clicking her tongue. She soon backed away and examined her fist. She was able to move it but each time she did her face winced.

"Now girly, what are you going to do against this?" He taunted her.

With her uninjured arm, she pulled out her sword and looked at him defiantly. The man now felt he had this in the bag and created a smokescreen by kicking up the dirt.

She tried to make her way out of the dust but was greeted by a punch as soon as she left. She blocked it with the sword but her hand was blown away and she received a punch to the face. Thankfully for her, the sword had taken most of the energy away from it.

Elizabeth was soon being driven back by him and any slash she made did jack-shit.

Her backing away soon left her unexpectedly having her back touching a tree. This development shocked her briefly, and it was enough time for Saito to land a punch on her.

I would say it was gentlemanly of him to aim for her stomach instead of her face but no gentleman would punch a woman in the first place.

A moment after the punch landed it seemed like she had the wind knocked out of her and he took advantage of this to hold her up by the neck.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked at her.

"That offer to help me and my boys out is still open."

She seemed like she was flickering in and out of consciousness. In what seemed like a desperate hail mary she stabbed into the arm holding her.

It only penetrated a few centimetres and he showed no reaction to this.

He sighed at this and looked ready to smash her head in until she did something unexpected.

She hammered her sword with the bloodied hand she left free and sent the sword through Saito's arm like a nail through plywood. Blood trickled out of the wound like wine would from a small hole in the side of a barrel.

For a second it didn't seem real to Saito.

This woman was at the end of her ropes, how the hell did she have enough strength left to do this? He unconsciously let her go because of the pain his brain was now being flooded with but it didn't stop there.

She was still holding the blade. What happened next sent Saito to the pits of despair. The sword was pulled out of his flesh. If you're thinking it was simply pulled out you would be mistaken.

She pulled it through his arm until it was cleanly split in half.

If one were to put a label on it "Bisection of a Male Adult's Forearm" would seem the most appropriate.