Let's Train Heroine

Maris staggered to her feet. She had no marionettes left to summon, no sealed spaces to trap Nyx, and no mana to use high level slepp. All she had now was her physical strength.

Nyx stood before her, an amused smile playing on her lips. Her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure.

"Are you still trying?" Nyx's voice was soft, almost mocking. "Do you really think you can win?"

Maris didn't respond. She simply raised her hands, holy light gathering between her fingers, preparing for desperate attack. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind focused on survival. She had to be with Lucan, she can't fall here.

Nyx's smile widened. "Foolish," she whispered.

Before Maris could release her spell, Nyx moved. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of Maris, her hand shooting forward like a viper. Her fingers wrapped around Maris's wrist, stopping the attack before it could be cast. Maris gasped, her body tensing as she felt the crushing strength in Nyx's grip.

With a sharp twist, Nyx snapped Maris's wrist.

A scream tore from Maris's throat as pain exploded through her arm. The light in her hand dissipated, her spell unfinished. Her body trembled, her legs buckling beneath her as she clutched her broken wrist to her chest. But Nyx wasn't done.

"Did you really think you could fight me?" Nyx whispered, her voice dripping with cruelty. "Did you really think you stood a chance?"

Before Maris could recover, Nyx's other hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat. She lifted her effortlessly, her fingers digging into Maris's skin as she held her up like a ragdoll. Maris gasped for air, her vision blurring as the pressure on her windpipe intensified.

With a sadistic smile, Nyx slammed her into the ground.

The impact sent shockwaves through Maris's body, her bones rattling from the force. Her vision darkened for a moment, the pain in her wrist forgotten as a new wave of agony coursed through her. Blood dripped from her mouth, her lips split from the violent crash.

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With deliberate slowness, she bent down, grabbing Maris by her long pink hair. She yanked her up, forcing Maris to her feet, her head tilted back painfully as Nyx pulled harder.

"Look at you," Nyx hissed, her eyes narrowing. "The mighty Saint, brought to her knees."

Maris's vision swam, her head throbbing as she struggled to focus. Her scalp burned where Nyx had a handful of her hair, and her body felt like it was on the verge of breaking apart. But she didn't give Nyx the satisfaction of a response. Even as the pain overwhelmed her, Maris bit her lip, trying to suppress the scream rising in her throat.

Nyx chuckled darkly at Maris's defiance.

"Oh, you're a tough one. Let's see how long that lasts."

With a vicious yank, Nyx threw Maris across the battlefield. Her body flew through the air, limbs flailing helplessly before she crashed into the ground again, tumbling and rolling until she came to a stop, her body limp and battered.

Maris lay there, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Every inch of her body screamed in pain, her bones aching, her muscles bruised. Blood smeared her face, a mix of dirt and crimson staining her once-pristine clothes. Her left arm lay twisted at an unnatural angle, and she knew without even looking that it was broken.

But Nyx wasn't finished.

In an instant, the she was beside her again, her foot pressing down on Maris's chest, pinning her to the ground. Maris gasped, trying to breathe, but Nyx's weight made it impossible. Her ribs creaked under the pressure, and she could feel the bones straining.

"You're pathetic," Nyx said coldly, her voice devoid of the amusement it once held. "A Saint, so powerful, yet so fragile. You were never a threat to me."

She lifted her foot slightly, only to bring it down hard on Maris's other arm.

The sickening sound of bone snapping filled the air, followed by Maris's scream. Her vision went white with pain, her entire body convulsing as the agony ripped through her like fire. Both of her arms were broken now, useless and limp at her sides. She couldn't even defend herself anymore.

Nyx crouched down, her face inches from Maris's. "How does it feel?" she whispered, her voice soft, almost intimate. "How does it feel to be completely powerless?"

Maris could only gasp, her breath hitching as tears of pain welled in her eyes. She tried to move, but every attempt sent fresh waves of agony through her broken limbs. Her body trembled uncontrollably, blood dripping from her mouth, her nose, her head. She could barely see through the haze of pain, her once-bright vision now clouded and dark.

Nyx's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Maris's hair once again. She yanked her up, forcing her to her knees, her body sagging in defeat. Maris's head lolled, her consciousness slipping as the pain became too much to bear. But Nyx wasn't going to let her fall unconscious. Not yet.

"Look at me," Nyx ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

Maris didn't respond, her head hanging limply as blood dripped from her mouth onto the ground below.

"I said look at me," Nyx growled.

With brutal force, Nyx backhanded Maris across the face, her hand connecting with a sickening crack. Maris's head snapped to the side, blood and teeth flying from her mouth as her face twisted from the impact. Her lip split open, her nose shattered from the blow, and she felt more teeth loosen inside her mouth. Pain radiated through her skull, and for a moment, she was sure her vision would go black.

But Nyx didn't let her fall.

Grabbing her by the chin, Nyx yanked Maris's face upward, forcing her to look into her eyes.

"You're nothing," Nyx hissed, her breath hot against Maris's face. "Just a weak, little girl pretending to be powerful."

Maris's broken body shuddered, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak, but the words wouldn't come. She was beyond the point of pain now, her mind barely able to hold onto consciousness. Her entire face was swollen and bloody, her once-beautiful features now distorted with bruises, cuts, and broken bones.

Nyx sneered, disgust flashing across her face as she threw Maris to the ground once more.

Maris hit the dirt with a thud, her body too broken to even attempt to soften the fall. She lay there, unmoving, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Blood pooled around her, staining the earth, and her once-pristine robes were now nothing more than tattered rags, soaked in crimson.

Nyx walked around her slowly, admiring her handiwork. "I expected more from you, Saint," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. "But this is all you had to offer."

With deliberate slowness, Nyx raised her foot and brought it down on Maris's ribs. Another sickening crack filled the air as several ribs broke under the force. Maris's body convulsed, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The pain was too much now—beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Nyx crouched beside her, watching as Maris struggled to breathe, her chest heaving with every agonized breath. Blood trickled from Maris's lips, her teeth stained red. Her body was broken beyond repair, and yet Nyx wasn't done.

Leaning down, Nyx whispered in her ear, "I'm going to make sure you remember this pain. Every time you move, every time you breathe, you'll think of me."

Maris's eyes fluttered weakly, her vision darkening around the edges. She could barely comprehend Nyx's words now, the pain too overwhelming. But somewhere deep inside, the defiance still burned. She had to survive this. She had to. As long as get 30 second of rest...

Just 30 seconds... She would recover.

Nyx stood, looking down at Maris one last time. "This is mercy," she said, her voice cold. "I could kill you. But watching you suffer is so much more satisfying."

And with that, Nyx decided to torture Maris even more.