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(Warning: This story contains female muscle, female muscle growth, minor action-oriented violence, muscle worship, and graphic sexual content)

Gudao banged his free hand on the wyvern’s claw repeatedly, but the tough scales wouldn’t even budge. Its grip remained ironclad on him, and at this point, he’d just end up hurting himself in his attempts to break free by force.

Even if he should break free, what then? There was nothing but sea stretching for miles. He doubted his capacity to remain afloat for prolonged periods of time, and that wasn’t even taking into account whatever dangerous predators may inhabit the waters.

As he desperately pondered his options, he noticed something at the edge of his vision. A patch of green and brown in the distance, and it was drawing closer the further the wyvern flew.

And an island.

Perfect.

If he could get near, then he’d be able to swim up there.

For that, he needed to wait until the wyvern had flown them close enough.

And find a way to actually break free…

He had gems in his pockets he could use for last-minute offensive and defensive spells, but they were unreachable with how the claws were wrapped around his torso; his arm just couldn’t reach far enough. Damn, the gems could have gotten him out of this mess by now.

If only he had enough magical energy, he’d be able to kill the beast, or at the very least harm it or knock it out to release him.

But he lacked the mana capacity for an offensive spell.

“I don’t suppose your blessing will help me here, Quetz!” He shouted at the air. “Some secret power boost I could use!”

He had no answer but the rushing winds.

“Of course not…” He grunted, scrambling for an answer. If he only had something, some way to empower his magic. A source of energy that could fuel his…

Wait.

That’s it!

His Command Spells.

Chaldean command spells weren’t as powerful as the command spells Masters would wield in a true Holy Grail War, but they still served as potent sources of mana that could fully restore a Servant to full health and fill them with abundant energy if all three were consumed at once. Even one was enough to let a Servant fire off a Phantasm after having exhausted themselves.

He wouldn’t be able to recover his Spells until he returned to Chaldea, but it’s not like he had any better options now.

Gudao grunted, squirming and twisting himself to aim at the underbelly of the wyvern, looking for his most vulnerable spot, and held out his hand. The beginnings of a curse formed in his fingertips as he channeled mana directly from one of the Seals in his hand to empower the spell.

He briefly looked to the side, eyeing as the island drew closer.

Almost there.

He let the magic build up until he was sure it’d be enough.

Almost…

“Gandr!”

The finnish curse was meant to weaken a target physically, but if sufficiently dense energy was gathered for the spell, it could have the same level of firepower as a bullet.

But empowered by his Seal, it had the same strength as a battering ram.

The underbelly of the wyvern seemed to cave, as the monster roared in agony and thrashed in the air.

Its grip on Gudao loosened, letting him go. The Master controlled himself and avoided shouting as he fell to the waters below, taking a deep breath before he submerged. Regaining control, he quickly swam up to the surface and let out a sharp gasp as his head emerged. He turned from side to side until he spotted the island and swiftly sawm toward its direction.

Amidst his arm strokes, he heard the loud impact of the wyvern as it crashed upon the water’s surface. The beast had clearly been too hurt to keep flying… but apparently not hurt enough to let him get away.

He dared not look back as he heard the wyvern thrash in the water. The creature was clearly not used to moving through the sea, as it was the human who was moving faster as he swam all the way to the shore, praying the beach would get closer.

The wyvern roared in between mouthfuls of water as it gave chase, either to capture the human or to kill him. At this point, Gudao wasn’t sure what the wyvern preferred. He merely put all of his efforts into reaching the shore, hoping once there, he’d be able to defend himself better.

The white sand became visible as the island came closer; his lungs burned with effort, his heart drummed against his ribcage, threatening to jump out. He put all his strength behind his strokes, desperately trying to reach his salvation.

Once the water became shallow enough, he stood up and awkwardly shuffled to the surface, reaching into his pocket to pull out his gems.

The wyvern was only a few feet behind him.

Gudao coughed, the gem slipped between his fingers, and he desperately tried to grab it even as the waves tried to take it from him.

The beast reached the shore, slamming the hook-like appendages of its wings and dragging its claws over the sand, its maw snapping at him.

Gudao shouted, falling to the ground and scuttling away from the beast’s deadly teeth.

The monster roared, bringing up its great maw to bite his head off.

Only for purple beams of light to collide with it.

Its head snapped back with violent force, the monster couldn’t even roar in pain as another beam struck, and another, and another, splintering scales and burning its flesh with magical power.

The barrage of magic missiles continued until the creature was reduced to charred flesh, its corpse lying still on the sandy beach.

Gudao panted, watching astonished at what had transpired before him. Gentle steps over the sand alerted him to a newcomer, and he turned his head swiftly.

A long dark cloak, light purple robes. Long blue hair and elfin ears.

Blue eyes looked down at him with a touch of exasperation, like she couldn’t believe how much trouble a single human could get into. “Master.” The witch cordially said in greeting.

Gudao kept panting, slowly smiling in relief. “Medea…”

“You’re fortunate I felt what was happening nearby.” The greek Servant said, looking at the wyvern’s corpse. “Would you like to tell me what you’re doing here?”

Gudao merely slumped over the sand, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell. “Let me just… let me just pass out for a moment, the adrenaline’s… wearing off…”

“Of course,” Medea aridly said before snapping her fingers, and it was like he was lifted by the winds, held by soft clouds. “Come on, you can pass out in a comfortable bed.”

“That sounds… nice…” He mumbled weekly.

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