Finn looked up in astonishment, eyes wide as saucers, watching her descend like an angry divine meteor.
For a moment, it was like a painting—
Majestria’s hair flowed like a storm, her glowing fists poised to deliver holy violence.
"NO ONE RUINS MY DRESS AND LIVES!" she roared in a voice deep enough to scare thunder itself.
She crashed down onto the chicken’s skull, and Celemothy let out a screech so loud it probably woke up the demon king three countries over.
Glowing with celestial fury, Majestria began pounding the chicken’s head with both fists like a divine gorilla who’d had enough. Over.
The massive chicken flailed and squealed, trying to shake her off. But Majestria clung tight, eyes blazing with murder and mascara rage.
Meanwhile, the wizards kept their spell barrage going strong, pelting the chicken from below. Blue beams. Divine fists. Full anime beatdown combo.
Finn watched the chaos with a stupid grin.
"Wait a damn second... I’m not in this final blow?!"
He blinked, looked around, and muttered to himself, "Hell no. I did not crash this bird into a tower and trip it twice just to get cut out of the final beatdown."
So he jogged closer, cautiously weaving between broken tables and twitching wizard bodies, careful not to get crushed by flailing chicken limbs.
"Majestria!" he shouted, cupping his hands. "I’m gonna trip it again! Be ready!"
She did not acknowledge him. At all.
Finn shrugged. "Screw it."
Celemothy’s giant claw caught air—
Its massive body stumbled—And with a final, tragic wail in Latin, the chicken toppled over like a defeated kaiju.
Dust burst into the air as the beast’s face slammed into the floor. Majestria didn’t stop. She just kept punching.
The chicken lay twitching. Barely breathing. Making weak, pitiful clucks that sounded like a squeaky toy getting stepped on.
The wizards even paused their beam fire, exchanging nervous glances.
Finn jogged forward, chuckling nervously. "Heh... soooo, uh... maybe stop beating the chicken now?" He scratched the back of his head. "It’s... uh... extremely dead."
She raised one final glowing fist—BAM. "One last punch for touching me," she hissed, panting.
Her glowing eyes locked onto Finn.
His soul left his body for a moment.
She stepped off the chicken’s head like a pissed-off queen, dress torn, hair disheveled, and face glistening with sweat and divine wrath.
He had no idea what she was about to do. But he was terrified.
She stood before him, panting and visibly exhausted—which was strange for a goddess, but, well, not surprising... knowing her.
Finn flinched as she raised her hand, bracing for a slap or maybe a divine lightning bolt.
His eyes blinked wide. "Huh?"
Majestria looked at him with tired, dulled eyes. "This is all your fault. You caused all of this." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "My dress... and body... are ruined..."
Then she collapsed right into his arms.
Finn’s lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
This wasn’t like her. At all.
He let out a breath and smiled faintly, catching her in his arms.
"Unbelievable..." he muttered softly, and turned to hoist her over his back.
She was completely out—head resting gently against his, eyes closed, breathing soft and steady. For once, she looked almost... peaceful.
Finn took a long look around the room, now a total warzone. Tables shattered. Books everywhere. Wizards moaning on the ground. Demons out cold. A crater where Celemothy had tried to perform chicken dentistry on Ezan.
"Damn. Guy’s built like a twig but took beak blows like a champ." Finn shook his head, genuinely impressed.
Just then, one of the surviving wizards raised a trembling hand and pointed.
"The... the no-mana boy and the no-staff-wielding woman... they helped us!"
"It’s true!" the wizard declared. "I saw him! He saved several of our comrades when we were overrun!"
Finn looked around awkwardly. "I mean... it was nothing. Just doing what any guy with no magic, no skills, and a healthy fear of death would do."
But the others began to chime in, nodding, agreeing, praising. Suddenly Finn was being looked at like some kind of hero.
He scratched his head. "Huh. That’s new."
But just as the praises swelled...
Wooden bangs echoed from the spiral staircase.
Finn froze, eyes narrowing. "Oh come on... Don’t tell me it’s more demons."
The thudding grew louder. Faster. Then—
A chest was bouncing down the stairs at terrifying speeds, slamming every step and screaming in pain with each hit.
Finn stared in disbelief. "...No. No no no no. Don’t tell me—"
The chest hit the floor with a final CRACK, bouncing off a poor wizard’s head before landing on its side, whimpering in agony like a dying animal.
From the staircase, two familiar voices echoed down:
"CHESTELLE! Are you okay?!" Arsenio shouted with genuine concern.
Meanwhile Lickthorn screamed: "DID IT FEEL AMAZING?! DID YOUR SOUL LEAVE YOUR BODY IN A GOOD WAY OR BAD?!"
Finn wasn’t even listening to them anymore.
That chest wasn’t just a chest.
He ran forward, still holding Majestria on his back.
"Chestelle!" he called. "Are you alright?! That fall looked brutal!"
The chest twitched—then poof—a cloud of sparkles and magic dust burst out.
Standing before him once more was Chestelle, back in her hot monster girl form, though now wincing and groaning.
She clutched her head. "Ughhh... I think I hit every step twice..."
And immediately—Lit up like Christmas.
"Finn~ have you come to rescue me again?" Chestelle tilted her head, a dreamy smile on her lips.
"Uh—I guess..? I saw you fall down the stairs like a sack of potatoes, so... I came to check on you."
She let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering. "So you do love me."
"I—I don’t know about that..."
Before he could backpedal further, two loud stomps echoed behind him.
"Finn!" Lickthorn called out, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs with Arsenio wheezing behind her.
Chestelle looked over with an exasperated glance. "We ran so fast down the stairs after dropping her... it was so fun."
Finn side-eyed her. ’I seriously doubt that was fun for anyone involved.’
"But it felt amazing!" Lickthorn beamed. "So that’s what rough, intense sex must feel like—tired, sweaty, and completely out of breath!"
Then she noticed Majestria slumped over Finn’s back—her dress ripped, hair tangled, skin glistening with sweat. Her glowing choker pulsed bright red.
Lickthorn gasped dramatically, covering her mouth. "OH MY GOD."
Finn blinked. "What?"
She pointed a trembling finger. "Did you two have rough sex?!"