"He went that way." A playful voice, clear as a bell, could be heard even over the blizzard that engulf the battlefield. 

It comes from a young woman with sparkling scarlet coloured eyes and short blond hair. She behaves like a playful teenage girl, but the violence she displays when stabbing two large male opponents contradicts her delicate appearance. 

Her face, which is still pretty even without makeup, now run with sexy sweat despite the surrounding snow. A cuirass protects her generous chest while her abdomen, waist and thighs are exposed. She has toned 6 packs abdomen.

A dirk in each hand, are made of aluminium, light and sharp. Thrust, thrust, block. She would repeat the motions she has mastered, again and again, and the enemies would have no hope of touching her. 

Beside her, a tall woman, dove into the fray, speaking as playfully as her. 

The tall woman teases, "Just make sure you don't slip and fall on the ice "

"I cut your big boobs before that happens." Despite the huge gap in stature, the short blond haired girl is equally confident.

The tall woman with 176cm height has different kind of beauty compared to the short haired blond. The tall woman has light brown skin, dark hair that reaches beyond her nape and violet coloured eyes. Her breasts are lot bigger than the cute blond girl, and the large breasts seem to be pushing up her military uniform nicely. Her ass is a good size and judging her overall toned body, she has more muscle than the former. Her left hand holds a heavier falcata. It is a single-edged blade that pitches forward towards the point, the edge being concave near the hilt, but convex near the point. This shape distributes the weight in such a way that the falcata is capable of delivering a blow with the momentum of an axe, while maintaining the longer cutting edge of a short sword and some facility to execute a thrust. The grip is hook-shaped, the end often stylized in the shape of a bird.

The tall brown skinned woman brandishes her falcata, it flashes as she moves gracefully like a dancer. The smaller girl with short blond hair, in contrast, slowly changes her posture, lowering herself into what seems like a sprinter's crouch. However, her body is still upright, so she looks very strange. It may appear comical to the 5 men who are facing her. Her weapons, are a piercing type, and dirk couldn't execute complex attacks like slashing weapons could. They are weapons that are optimized for charges. In addition, dirk is slender and is certainly not strong enough to survive a clash with greatswords used by men.

And then, the blond girl moves. Before the 5 men's vigilant eyes, she shot out like a fully compressed spring and stab the neck of closest opponent. 

Her opponents are trained and experienced soldiers but it is a charge that even they, with their excellent physical abilities, could hardly believe is possible. 

Like a hurricane that devours everything in its path, she closes the distal between them in an instant. The largest man slashes his greatsword but she slid under the greatsword he is holding out, her physical dexterity allows her to maintain her full speed as she evades. She stabs his neck and the towering man collapses.

Another man who is shaken by her serpentine movement, forcefully swings his sword. The powerful stroke rips  through the air as it surges towards her but in that brief instant, he notices the face splitting grin on her cute face get even wider. The slender dirk actually the hit from a larger sword, that is more than 5 times its mass. As though throwing herself into a lover’s embrace, she rushes toward his unguarded chest and thrusts another dirk onto his neck.

The small man beside the newly killed man retreats, but she is faster. Her attack, which combines a full tilt charge, all her strength, and skillful use of momentum, could be described as “meteoric.” The small man skillfully dashes away from her. 

"I haven't see such a fast guy in such a long time " She acknowledges his speed and chases after him. She even manages to follow him closely.

The other men are flabbergasted. One of them says;

"Impossible. He is the fastest runner in our country." 

The chasing game continues for several minutes. As his legs become weary, he stops and crouches. He slashes with both short swords but her reflex is so incredible that she dodges and stab his head without reducing her speed.

She is still not out of breath despite minutes of acceleration. 

“Mmm, then I’m coming” She says playfully.

Just as they are admiring her, she takes that strange stance she has assumed from just now. In response, the nearest guy raises his right-hand greatsword to meet the attack. 

In the face of her full-tilt charge, like an ominous arrow headed straight at him, he swings his right-hand greatsword, launching an attack of his own to intercept her. She effortlessly dodges his counterattack and approached him from the front. As this man is protected by full bodied armour, he is confident that her attach will only land on his armour or helmet. He doesn't block her attack but make another slash with his greatsword. Before he could finish the swing, her dirk stab at his face, through the narrow vision slit of his helmet. Another man is killed. 

She inhales and slowly sinks into a crouch, strengthening her grip on her dirk. She exhales loudly and then she surges forward. 

One man is in full bodied armour and another man in thin armour is ready with long sword. Using all the muscles in her body, she thrusts her dirk in her left hand into the vision slit of the man in full helm. He skillfully move his head but she she twisted it, and stabs into between his eyes. 

Another man slashes with his long sword but she blocks it with the dirk in her right hand. She pulls her right hand, causing the long sword looses balance. She pulls out her left hand and attacks him but he releases his long sword and retreats. She tries to catch him with her right hand attack but he skillfully dodges.

"Hahaha. Incredible reflexes." She doesn't go after him as he obviously possess the highest fighting skill than his dead comrades.

They analyze each other for several minutes. He then draws a short sword. The man shouts;

"I won't forgive you guys who invade our country."

“Sor-ry” She says while jeering with her cute tongue.

There us not even the slightest hint of remorse on her face as she apologizes.

"You kill so many of us today!" He shouts again.

“Yesyesyes~ I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, please forgive me.” 

He clicks his tongue. Her flighty response made him furrow his brows. Still, there is no point going on about it, so he decides to commence an attack.

"I’m so booooooored!" She says nonchalantly. 

He tries to express his displeasure with the wrinkles of his frown, but as expected, she ignores it. He sees through her adorably puffed-up cheeks. Her expression is one of cruel malice. In that moment, she surges forward like a killing storm.

She closed the distance between them in an instant, and struck like lightning. The sharp dirk in her hand gleams lethally as it flashes toward his throat. 

The small blade she thrust forth is a piercing weapon known as a dirk.

There is little variation in the ways one could attack with a piercing weapon, so they are not easy to use. However, she prefers such weapons, and she had trained her body ceaselessly, selected the best equipment, and learned the right techniques, all in order to kill in a single blow.

This technique of hers, honed and refined through countless battles with humans and animals, is on a level where no normal person could defend against it.

However, her target is not a normal person. He is among the best swordsman in the federation. She dashes and attacks with her right hand but he slightly evade to the left. She follows up with her left hand but he skillfully avoids again. Her right hand attacks but to her astonishment, he purposely receives the stab with his left hand. He slashes his sword in his right hand towards her neck. 

When he thought she has no chance, suddenly she disappears from his sight. With no sign or sound for warning, a dirk suddenly appears, sinking into the space between his ribs. A backstab, straight to the heart. His eyes goes wide, unable to believe such superhuman feat performed by the girl. He collapses and dies.

"General Clementine..Thanks for your hard work." Her underlings approaches and congratulates her. 

"Boring." As usual her speech brooked no argument. No matter how often they chide her, she never learns. So, they figure it is best just to go along with her, despite the flash of annoyance. 

"Sekrit, I want to take bath." She says nonchalantly to Sekrit, the tall woman with light brown skin. She ignores her to avoid being more annoyed.

***

That is why she then relax in a warm bath. Sekrit exhales, the breath seeming to come from everywhere in her body, each muscle relaxing.

She is in a hot spring. The snowy mountain nearby has, it seems, once been a volcano, an it stills heat the water from underground. 

The hot spring sit beneath a roof on stilts, surrounded by rocks, as steam drift gently upward. Only two women is here. That's why they are naked. As Sekrit settles into the murky water, however, her body so long stiffened against the cold, seems to melt. She cannot stop the relaxed groan that escapes her.

"Mmm" Clementine, it seems, is different matter. Her slim body and considerably generous breasts, not a scrap of covering in it, looks as gossamer as any faerie. Yet she keeps shuffling around the edge of the bath, looking exactly like a cat scared of water. She would clench her fists, determined then hesitantly dip a toe in the water before jumping back. She looks like a child that doesn't want a bath. 

"Crazy bitch, what are you scared of? It is just a spring with some hot water " Sekrit condemns her. 

Clementine's gaze flitted between herself and Sekrit an her tits twitch. After a time, she suddenly bite her lips and .... 

"Yeeeeah!!"

"Crazy bitch, what are doing?" 

... all but flung herself into the pool, causing a great splash that crashes down on Sekrit.

"Pff. Pff. Clementine who has gone under up to the top of her head, surfaces looking like a bedraggled cat, spitting and squeezing water out of her short blond hair. 

"Hey, slut. The water is kind of nice " she tells Sekrit while pressing Sekrit's large breasts. 

Sekrit responds by tickling Clementine's ass with her toe. The girls' clothing is scattered everywhere beside the bath, along with the weapons and tools they had used in the early battle. Their subordinates have warned them to be wary of a surprise attack while bathing.

Suddenly, they feel a presence. They quickly look behind. A tan skinned man of 180cm height with very short hair is standing near the bath. He is looking at them but his gaze is empty. 

"Based on his clothing, a local man?" Sekrit mutters. 

Neither the girls become panic as they believe no one could hurt them. Furthermore, they don't detect murderous intent nor lust from the weird man.

"Hoi. What are you doing?" Clementine asks. 

He doesn't answer. The naked women jumped out of the bath and walked nonchalantly towards the man. They notice his eyes are closed. 

"He seems to lose consciousness."

He suddenly falls towards them. His face hit Sekrit's large boobs.

"Eeeeeeee!" The nude women yells.