Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Chapter 941: Shots Fired

Getting injured in your hand, part of your wrist, or in your forearms wasn't exactly an emergency compared to getting stabbed in your vital organs, but it was still painful though it wasn't as evident on Elsa's face—except for her forehead vein sticking out like a sore thumb or a… you know, a vein.

And to my surprise, a modified electronic car that was "highered" and that could go off-road was already present by the exit.

Though Elsa blew up, "Why'd you have to call a car over, Sebastian?! The clinic's just over there! I can— We all can see it!"

"But you're hurt, my lady, and your comfort's our priority."

She turned to me with an annoyed look, "See what I deal with on a regular basis—"

I scoffed-chuckled, "If you were Kaley and you acted this way after getting hurt, I would've chopped the back of your head already so you'd pass out so we could get on with it…"

"WHAT?!"

I turned to Sebastian, "I'll do it if you won't—"

Sebastian was at a loss, "Deary me…"

"Sebastian! You're not considering that, are you?! F-Fine! If that'll make you two shut up!"

In any case, a little bit of harmless intimidation could do wonders but us driving past the petting area garnered a bit of attention. Still, I made sure to call over the two, maybe three people that would need to know what just happened so they'd be present.

I pushed to roll down the windows before I shouted at the top of my lungs, "KALEY! EDITH! MAURO! ELSA HURT HER HAND! WE'RE GOING OVER TO THE CLINIC OVER THERE!"

And Elsa instantly kicked the back of my seat, "Why'd you have to tell them?! It's just a sprain or something, you don't have to be so dramatic about it! This happens all the time!"

"For real?"

Sebastian nodded, "Unfortunately, it's true… But that doesn't mean we should treat it like it's nothing, no?"

I nodded, "Yeah, what if you died?"

"Ugh… Wait— what?!"

"Just an example—"

"THAT'S NOT EVEN IN THE SAME DEGREE OF— You're insane…"

"You just noticed? I wanted to get tested but it's just so apparent, you know?"

Elsa was instantly caught off-guard, "Pfft… Dammit, now you're making me laugh, truly insane…"

The driver finally spoke up, "W-We're hear, my lady… Take it easy on the way down—"

"I'm not pregnant, alright—"

Sebastian and I said at the same time, "You might be—"

"SHUT UP! Thanks, Rory but you two, help me get down!"

It didn't take long before the resident "Doctor" welcomed us briefly but before he could even take Elsa in for an X-ray, the whole crew just popped in and crowded the whole veterinary clinic. That made Elsa annoyed even more but it was fun to see her interact with her sister and her husband because it was fucking night and day.

She essentially made sure that Edith didn't worry too much about her while Mauro had to comically take all of the blame and then some.

"What happened here again? If I may ask, my lady?" The doctor asked as he put on some prescription glasses.

"Umm…"

Elsa began to tell her story from her point of view but what actually happened was as I said, she forced it.

To give a clearer image of what happened, she swung my blade to the cow's spine but as it went through its ribcage, it offered more resistance and areas that could make my blade change direction in the tiniest of ways.

If that happens while the person wielding it swung with her whole body and kept on guiding the blade in the same direction in full force while the edge alignment was off, the best way to inversely explain it was rowing a boat while the paddle was aligned the right way.

And if that didn't make sense, imagine cutting into a large slab of meat and bones while the edge was tilted even the tiniest bit on either side, but instead of correcting it mid-way by following the new path the blade was facing, you put all of your strength into the same path and make the blade follow you.

In some cases, I did resort to doing that—and Elsa did achieve her goal of cutting the cow in half—but if your hand, wrist, and forearms weren't warmed up enough or strong enough, they tend to break, give out, or hopefully in Elsa's case, get strained but not to the point of having a permanent injury.

Isaac was the first one to say something, "Oof~ That happened to me plenty of times. Yours doesn't look broken though, you're lucky."

Elsa looked a little relieved from hearing that, "For real?"

The doctor shook his head as he beckoned Elsa to come with him, "Looks like it but we need to be very sure. Why don't you all wait here for a while, we won't be long… I do believe I have some ice packs here somewhere…"

In any case, the receiving area was quiet for a few moments but I've only realized that Mauro seemed to have sustained a few more injuries compared to Elsa. He had a busted lip, bruises in a few places, and his right side seemed to be bleeding.

"The fuck happened to you?"

He answered simply, "Bull."

"Ah…"

Then he eyed me and Sebastian with a little bit of hostility, "So, why'd you two let that happen?"

I was this close to smack him silly but Sebastian instantly took all of the blame and looked genuinely apologetic.

"It's all my fault, should've picked a different cow…"

"Why? You think she wouldn't be able to cut it—"

I cut him off, "Oh, please~ Stop with that white knight shit."

"You fucking serious?! I'm just trying to get to the bottom of things!"

"You did. I told you everything that happened earlier. She technically did what she wanted to do but if she took some pointers from the biggest guy in the room instead of just doing straight cardio—"

"Oh! You're an asshole, ain't ya? You tryin' to spin this on me?"

I chuckled, "You tried to spin this on us the first chance you get. You just waited for your wife to be away so she wouldn't merk ya."

"You—"

"Can you just be fucking happy that she didn't break her hand? She wouldn't be able to complain as much if she's hurt that badly and you should fucking chill and get checked out coz honestly? You look way~ fucking worse…"

"..."

"..."

"Pfft…" Mauro chuckled as he shook his head while looking at me.

"What?"

"You're alright. Scratch that, you're really like Jackie—"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure he's a great dude but I'm me, alright? You don't hear me calling you the Asian Ronnie Coleman—"

"Hah! Why don't you?! That's just the dream, man—"

"It's because your calves looked a little small—"

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY CALVES?! LOOK, MAN! LOOK! IT'S BIGGER THAN YOURS! YOU—"

Quinn eventually snapped, "YOU GOT MORE UPSET WHEN YOU WERE TOLD YOUR CALVES LOOK SMALL COMPARED TO WHEN YOUR WIFE GETS HURT?! FUCKING DUMBASS!"

"STOP CALLING ME A FUCKING DUMBASS, YOU'RE THE REASON OUR GEN ROOM LOST ALL ITS FREE POWER!"

"THAT AGAIN?! HOW MANY TIMES WOULD I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT IF WE DIDN'T COME THERE AT THAT EXACT SAME TIME, THE WHOLE INDUSTRIAL PARK WILL BE FULL OF YOUR 'FREE' POWER!"

"YOU COULD'VE JUST TAKEN CARE OF THE ONES THAT GOT AWAY! NOT TORCH THE WHOLE THING!"

"HAAH?! DO YOU JUST REMOVE THE HAIR YOU FIND IN YOUR SOUP AND CONTINUE EATING?! EVERYTHING'S FUCKED! WE HAD TO ACT FAST! YOU WEREN'T THERE!"

"HAIR IS JUST HAIR! AND YEAH! IT WOULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT IF I WAS THERE!"

"YOU WOULDN'T GIVE UP, HUH?!"

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I?!"

"IF YOU ASKED ELSA TO GIVE YOU HANDJOBS FROM TIME TO TIME, SHE'D HAVE THE MUSCLE TO NOT BE INJURED!"

"WHAT— YOU WANNA FUCKING GO, QUINN?!"

"I'D GLADLY BUT YOU'LL DEFINITELY BLAME THE BULL IF I TOSS YOU AROUND! YOU'RE A FUCKING PUNCH AWAY FROM FAINTING!"

"TRY ME THEN, BITCH!"

"BET, BITCH BOY!"

"BET!"

"THEN—"

Then a paperweight flew in the fucking air and clocked Mauro in the head, knocking him out. Right after that, we saw Elsa red in the face and so fucking pissed off while an icepack was resting on her right hand.

She was definitely the one that threw the paperweight on Mauro's head but Quinn wouldn't give it up from just that so she picked it up and dropped it on his balls for good measure.

"Quinn! Why'd— You know we're trying to make a— ugh… nevermind…"

"Oops… My bad, my bad…"

"Pfft…"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

We ran through a rollercoaster of emotions while Elsa was gone but the only one who wasn't laughing was the doctor because he was obliged to check on Mauro's head and his injuries. Elsa might've come out unscathed but Mauro would probably worry about losing a few sperm and brain cells.

Then I turned to her with a grin, "Wanna see how it's really done though?"