Rattling Bones With Strikes

Once again, the woman’s sword came down on my scythe.
(So, strong … !)
Her speed and accuracy were terrifying. But more than that, the weight of her repeated strikes was simply unnatural. The shock of the impact travelled straight through the scythe to the bones in my arms. Each and every swing came with the intention of killing.
Soldier, she had said.
Not just an issue of skill, but of body, mind, and spirit.
Then, she must have been …
“… a Servant!”
Case Files IV, Chapter 3, Part 3