[h2]Amalie Georg Faust, Caster - Scandinavia[/h2]

"Edeltaud?!"

Caster stared in shock and horror at the sight of her demonic familiar's severed arm, dripping blood profusely onto the ground. The butler, to her credit, did not seem too swayed by the grievous loss of her arm. Well, not too noticeably, but Caster could see how she was slightly swaying, her breathing heavier. Edeltaud clearly was in pain, but doing her best not to show it. Fretting for a few moments, clutching Gretchen tightly, the tiny girl didn't know what to do at all. Well... at least, until Gretchen helpfully reminded her. That was right! Her friends were given bodies by her, and these bodies were under her control. So it wasn't as if her ability to help was out of her reach, even with and injury as severe as this!

Edeltaud suddenly felt a warm sensation around the severed stump of her arm, as the huge wolf drew ever closer. Glancing down, realizing the pain was rapidly fading, the demon noticed that motes of white light were gathering at the injury... and, stretching from it, now, was the rapidly-forming shape of a new arm. Her Mistress had reformed the severed limb, prana-formed bare flesh reconstructing itself swiftly. Even her suit was formed by her summoner's mind, and therefore the reformed limb was soon followed by her sleeve repairing itself to perfect condition.

It was just about then that the wolf was almost upon her.

Edeltaud was not a Servant. In spite of what she had already withstood, her body would likely come apart under a single blow from one. However, this wolf was not a Servant, either. And certainly, it did not have the reflexes that Faust had imbued her with.

In a flash, Edeltaud had sidestepped the wolf and made her way behind it. Grasping it from behind with both hands, she suddenly reared backwards, hoisting the creature off of its flailing feet, bending back to send it crashing head-first into the ground with enough to crater it, crushing the top of its skull and breaking its neck in a single motion. The moment the wolf's feet stopped kicking, Edeltaud shoved the corpse away and straightened, raising her fists once more and adopting a wide, ready stance.

Caster, meanwhile, was overjoyed that her friend had recovered so swiftly, bouncing on her feet with excitement.

"Aaaah, did you see that, Gretchen?! Did you see that, Master?! Edeltaud is so cool!" she said, cheerily, "I'm really happy I made her she's really helpful she knew how to use the natural weakness of these monsters immediately!"

How the natural weakness of a giant demon wolf was the suplex was anyone's guess.

"Aaah, we're going to be done soon, aren't we?" the tiny girl continued, "Does that mean we'll have cake? Do they have cake back in these times? If they do I wonder if it's like a viking cake would viking cake have alcohol in it and be decorated with spears or something because that's what vikings like vikings also like boats would they have boats I've never been on a boat before is it fun I don't know if it'd be fun but it seems like fun to travel on top of the water but does that mean we'd be attacked by sea serpents?"

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