My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 52 - 3 Against 1? Sounds Fair to Me

The smoke began to clear slowly, and there she stood.

Her body trembled slightly and she coughed hard, spitting blood onto the floor.

Rose’s chains of darkness still wrapped around her, she had fresh burns on her clothes on top of the wounds she was already carrying, and a trail of blood ran from her temple down to her jaw.

But she was standing.

’This has to be a joke...’ Mark thought, incredulous.

Then the nun flexed her arms in one sharp motion to break her restraints.

The sound the chains made as they snapped was like shattering glass.

The links of darkness fragmented into pieces that dissolved in the air before touching the ground, and the purple energy wrapped around them went dark.

Rose, who still had her hands outstretched channeling the spell, opened her eyes wide.

’She broke my chains... with pure brute force?’

The nun turned her head toward where Rose was standing and launched herself directly at her.

There was no warning.

One instant she was on her feet among the remains of the chains, and the next her fist was inches from Rose’s face.

But Rose was no longer there.

The vampire’s body dissolved into shadows, vanishing from the point of impact a fraction of a second before the gauntlet connected with her face.

The nun drove the punch into the floor where Rose had been standing just moments before.

Her fist buried itself wrist-deep into the stone, and a web of cracks spread in every direction as a tremor rolled through the entire hall.

’If that had connected...’ Mark didn’t even want to finish the thought.

Rose materialized fifteen meters back, breathing hard.

The teleportation had been clean, but the expression on her face betrayed how close it had been.

The nun pulled her fist from the floor and slowly straightened up, her green eyes sweeping the hall until she found Rose in her new position.

"Another one..." she muttered with irritation. "How many rats were hiding in here?"

’Rose, Yuki — don’t face her head on!’ Mark’s voice rang through the telepathic link to both of them.

’From what I can tell she’s badly hurt... so you just need to wear her down and keep your distance. Hit and run — she shouldn’t be able to keep up that pace for long.’

’Understood, Master,’ Rose replied, already preparing another spell.

Yuki didn’t respond with words.

She simply nodded, then vanished.

Yuki materialized again behind the nun like a ghost, both daggers cutting in a horizontal arc aimed at the tendons in her legs.

The nun turned at the last instant, dodging the cut by millimeters, and swung a backhand with the back of her gauntlet.

But Yuki was no longer there.

The assassin had vanished again, reappearing several meters to the nun’s left.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing!?" the nun shouted, spinning toward where Yuki had moved. "Have you lost your mind!?"

Yuki didn’t answer.

Instead, she vanished again.

"FIRE SERPENT!"

A lance of fire shot from Rose’s position, crossing the hall in a straight line toward the nun’s exposed side.

She saw it coming and deflected it with a swat of her gauntlet, but the impact forced her back half a step.

Half a step that Yuki seized.

The assassin appeared behind the nun and landed a cut on her right thigh before vanishing again.

The nun grunted in pain and spun, throwing a punch into the empty air where Yuki had been a second before.

"You little wretch!" she shouted through clenched teeth. "I know you can hear me!... So stop ignoring my questions!"

But Yuki answered only with silence.

Then struck again — this time a cut on the left forearm.

"ICE RAIN!" Rose shouted, and a volley of ice stakes rained down on the nun from above.

She raised both arms, shielding herself with the gauntlets, and the stakes shattered on impact, but the barrage forced her to stay still for a few seconds.

Seconds that Yuki used to keep landing strikes without pause.

One on the calf, another on the side, and a third that opened a red line across her shoulder.

"ENOUGH!" the nun snarled.

She slammed both fists into the floor and the shockwave sent everything around her flying.

Yuki, who had been about to land another cut, had to use every bit of her agility to leap backward and avoid being caught by the wave.

’It’s working,’ Rose said telepathically. ’Her movements are slower than before. But...’

’But?’ Mark asked.

’But it still doesn’t look good.’

Mark clenched his teeth, knowing Rose was right.

Despite the wounds, despite the exhaustion, despite everything... she kept hitting back.

Yuki was only managing to land strikes because the woman was fighting two opponents at once and couldn’t focus on just one.

And while Yuki’s cuts were precise, they were shallow and weren’t doing much real damage.

"I don’t know who sent you," the nun said, spitting blood onto the floor again as she looked in the general direction where Yuki had disappeared. "But when I catch you — and make no mistake, I will catch you — you’re going to tell me everything."

The nun dodged another fire lance from Rose without even looking at it, as if she could sense the spells before they arrived.

"THUNDER BOLT!" Rose called, and a bolt of lightning came down from the ceiling directly onto the nun.

She crossed her gauntlets over her head, taking the full impact.

While the electricity coursed through her body, when the bolt dissipated she was still standing — barely.

Her breathing was heavier now.

Her legs were visibly trembling, and the blood from the cut on her side had soaked nearly the entire left half of her torso.

Yuki appeared again, this time from the front, throwing both daggers in a crossed attack aimed at the throat.

The nun caught one of the daggers between the fingers of her gauntlet, and with her other hand tried to grab Yuki by the arm — but only managed to catch the dagger she was holding.

Yuki released the caught blade and vanished before the nun’s fingers could close around her.

"Stop running, damn it!" The frustration in the woman was palpable. "Get over here and fight me face to face, you coward!"

Mark kept watching the fight and noticed that the attrition strategy wasn’t working fast enough.

Yes, the nun was slower than before.

Yes, she was bleeding more.

But Rose had already cast at least five spells that he assumed were high-level, and while her mana was considerable it wasn’t infinite.

And Yuki, agile as she was, was playing with fire every time she appeared within range of those gauntlets.

’Think, Mark. Think.’

What could he do? He didn’t have the strength to face her directly.

Vorax could absorb some damage, but against those gauntlets there was no certainty he could withstand even the first blow.

Then his eyes moved slowly from the fight to the other side of the hall.

To the unconscious women the nun had laid on the floor.

Five women who were completely unprotected in that moment because she was too busy fighting Yuki and Rose.

The smile that spread across Mark’s face was immediate.

’Bingo.’