Gamer Girl Isekai

Book 2- Chapter 3


It was a fucking dragon. About ten metres long, reptilian, scaled and…sinewy. Long fangs, longer talons, literally burning-hot skin and with wings pressed tight against its sides. Emma didn't even have time to react before it came shooting out of the cave, it was Vari who did that. Grabbing her hard by the shoulder and just fucking throwing her like she weighed nothing at all. It was an impressive display of strength. Far too impressive actually, because it launched Emma clean of the plateau and left her staring down at a sheer fifty-metre drop below. It was solid stone waiting for her at the bottom, and pointy. Because of course her situation wasn't deadly enough already.

Emma thought fast at least, tuning out the screaming and firing that was going on just a dozen metres beside her to focus on the more immediate concern of not dying. Obviously, the first thing she did was add a Force effect to slow her fall. After that Emma needed to get rid of the kinetic energy she'd already collected. A platform of hardened energy beneath her gave Emma the perfect chance to break her fall by pushing off it with a burst of kinetic Energy, then she was soaring back over the rocky pillar.

Joining her in the air, of course, was the fucking dragon. It was circling the thing, and now Emma could see its body far more clearly. Gauge the length and breadth of its wings, watch how easily they beat through the air and turned slightly to alter their owner's trajectory as they cut the atmosphere. The dragon was fast, for such a big thing. It was fast for a fucking small thing too. Aexilica and Vari were essentially powerless to hurt it, neither of them had anything of a ranged option and it was quick and mobile enough that Emma doubted they could have hurt the thing even if they had.

But she did. Emma's matter javelin was formed quickly enough, and it went shooting out like God's own ejaculate. Her aim was good, sending the projectile striking hard against the dragon's side and breaking through thick scales to…

Not do much, as far as she could tell. If a garulkan's armour was like chainmail, this thing's was probably tougher than full plate. Emma didn't even see any blood dribble out as the length of hardened iron broke apart and fell down to the mountainside as a rain of debris.

The dragon rocked in the air, shifted, and turned around to start heading for Emma. Fortunately, she was already flying back by then. Unfortunately it was because she'd reduced her own weight to zero, was suspended in the air and, thus, quite fucking susceptible to the recoil of a multi-kilogram javelin flying faster than an arrow. She was spinning, twisting, turning literally head over heels with her own hair whipping her own face and her own guts churning her own food.

Emma tried to right herself and found it completely impossible, with how fast she spun there was never a long-enough chance to apply her magic in any one direction before she was flipped around to have it just accelerate her in another. She took long moments to think of the obvious solution and create long flaps of hardened energy to jut out from her armour.

It felt like she'd get ripped in half, but the drag force was enough that her rotations stopped quickly. That let Emma get a good, clear look at the dragon's gaping mouth right before the flames erupted from it.

Pure luck was the only reason she survived, that and adrenaline-quickened reflexes. Her hands splayed out and shot a big jet of water into the bigger jet of fire.

Whatever it was that burned to produce draconic flames, it clearly wasn't a normal mixture. The water vaporized more or less instantly. The resultant steam obfuscated everything right up until the dragon's teeth smashed down on Emma's barricade of hardened energy, cutting clean through it and stopping just inches from her skin.

She couldn't smell the breath, but she could see it. Big waves of hot gas rolling over the shields as cracks slowly spread along it, the whole spherical shield trembling and compressing beneath her enemy's bite. Emma had seconds, being generous, before it gave in completely. She doubted she'd have milliseconds after that finished.

Her magic built fast, long hours of practice coming to fruition. Emma conjured out a bar of thick iron and propped it up just in time for it to forcibly hold the dragon's jaws agape as her shield died. Flames built at the back of its throat again, and Emma threw down another shield of energy to block them off as she threw herself out of the mouth entirely.

It was half successful, as Emma snagged herself on the bottom row of its fangs. She was not, fortunately, bitten in half, but the iron rod responsible for that was starting to tremble and creak. The fire at the back of the dragon's throat…

Emma decided not to think about that, even if pissing herself right in the creature's mouth might've convinced it to spit her out.

She was forced instead to achieve that same result by conjuring a fuck-ton of sand and basically burying its tongue in the stuff, which the dragon responded to in much the same way Emma might have. She pretty much went flying out of it, trailing drool behind her like a phlegmy rocket.

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As far as landings went, Emma had experienced, and certainly seen, better than the one she felt immediately after that. It did not kill her. That was the beginning and end of the list of positives, on the negative side she only stopped rolling after smashing into one of the cave's walls and lying in a crumpled heap.

Her armour was broken, almost shattered. Emma could feel the tug of magic eating up her reserves as it repaired itself, urged on by her own will and feeling miserably slow all the same. Emma figured that without it, she'd have been killed on impact. The decelerating, shock-soaking effects she'd worked into her new Talisman had certainly been active and the fact that she was still this hurt much told her she'd hit fast. Fast enough that a lot had happened by the time she woke up.

The dragon was soaring down, shrieking and snarling. Its mouth was now devoid of the iron bar, and Emma would've been bracing for impact if Aexilica and Vari weren't standing between her and it.

Emma did not know what exactly they planned on achieving by doing that, but she could appreciate the sentiment. Right up until the dragon actually reached them, at least. Aexilica leapt forwards and swung, her body a blur and a streak of glinting metal in the air. The dragon twisted, letting the sword scrape along its face as it leaned one way and simply snatched her up off her feet in one set of claws. Vari was next. He didn't get snagged by the claws, didn't even end up near them. Twisted aside from the dragon and swung downwards, then cried out as his axe just bounced off the damned scales.

Before he could adjust and swing again, the dragon was flying past him. Its tail whipped after, wrapping around Vari's waist and tearing him off the ground before Emma could even call out her warning.

She ran from the cave—stumbled really—and watched as the dragon disappeared farther into the distance, growing smaller by the second as its great wings beat and carried its coiling body away like a plane.

"ASSHOLE!" Emma screamed, firing another matter javelin and swearing harder as it missed by about a thousand miles. "FUCK YOU!"

Snickering drew her attention back to the inside of her jacket, and she withdrew Larry.

"I didn't get a good idea of what was going on from in there." The head told her, not even trying to hide his grin, "what'd I miss?"

"A fucking dragon attacked us." Emma spat, glaring at him. Did he see this coming somehow?

"Oh my." Larry grinned wider. "How awful, you must be terrified, you poor thing. And did it eat the other idiots?"

Emma didn't have the words to vent out her anger, so she bottled it for a moment.

"This is important," she began, keeping her voice deadly still and letting the severity show, "Larry, how durable are you?"

He sobered at that, amusement dying fast.

"Very." Larry replied. "Nowhere near as tough as I used to be, but at least a few dozen times more so than a normal person. Maybe hundreds, maybe not. I haven't had the chance to find out and can't really estimate too easily."

Emma committed the information to memory, considered it, and nodded.

"Right." She breathed. "Okay, got it. Good."

She threw him off the plateau and giggled as he fell.

"YOU STUPID BITCH—" Larry landed hard enough that she actually heard it before following him down. A bit more slowly, of course.

At the bottom, she scooped Larry up off the ground and found that he really was as tough as he'd said—maybe tougher. There'd be a bruise where he hit the ground but no more than that, and the sound of his snarling rage was music to her ears. The old man heard it too, just as Emma had planned. He stared at her as she approached, then scrambled backwards with eyes wide with terror when she raised Larry up for display in her hand.

"Dear god!" He cried, actually falling as he stumbled away. Emma smothered the grin she felt at watching him squirm, and quietly tucked away the knowledge that his was apparently a monotheistic religion.

"We didn't see cyclopes up there, Eirik." She growled, thrusting Larry closer to the old man's face and feeling a stab of satisfaction as the severed head's own fury exploded out as a curse of incoherent swearing and threats. They weren't directed at Eirik, but then Emma didn't feel the need to let Eirik know that.

"I-I-I—"

—"I-I-Idiot." Emma snapped, speaking over him and grinding his voice into dust under her heel. "Speak faster." She gave Larry a shake, which inspired him to a yet greater height of vitriol. It had just the effect on Eirik that she'd been hoping for.

"M-my daughter was actually taken by the dragon." Eirik managed to sputter out. "I needed someone to help rescue her, so I…Fudged the truth a bit."

"I WENT UP THERE EXPECTING CYCLOPES YOU FUCKING COCK!" Emma screamed, actually losing track of what she said next. She knew it was effective, though. She gauged that very quickly from the old man's face.

"Okay, okay!" He groaned. "I'll explain everything, please! My daughter was taken, I just couldn't afford to pay a dragon-killing fee!"

Yeah, no fucking wonder. Emma wouldn't have banked on anything short of an army managing that.

"So you sent us to our deaths!" She hissed.

"Hey, you're hardly innocent here." He shot back. "You thought you were getting ridiculously overpaid by an old man fearing for his family." Emma kicked him in the shin, and the old man cried out. She paced, hearing her own growl as a distant thing.

"I'm going to get them back." She announced, perhaps to him. Probably to herself. "And you're going to direct me to them. Where else does that dragon roost?"

He took a while to respond, still nursing his leg when he did. It wasn't often Emma met someone who actually felt it when she hit them, just a shame she was in too foul a mood to enjoy the privilege.

After receiving her directions, Emma committed them to memory and looked out across the mountain. Her target was far, but within line of sight. A few dozen kilometres at most and visible thanks to its height.

She might take days to walk that far, so she tried something new instead.

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