It’s been almost a decade since she was in combat, but the rush of adrenaline and focus comes to her as natural as breathing. In her last life she was recruited by the empire’s military mage program at the age of 9, being 8 years old and better fed and having done physical training actually makes her considerably more physically combat ready than she was then. She pushes mana into her body reinforcement spell harder than she has dared to before in this life, feeling the pain in her lungs and those spots along her body that hurt when she takes in too much mana.
She kicks off the ground with a stomp loud enough to be heard a hundred metres away, rushing for spear the teen dropped when he was gored. She scoops it up, it’s a lot longer than the one she was used to practicing with but in her adrenaline and magic doped state it barely felt heavy at all. She stabs it into the monsters face, the face is usually a weak point. She feels the spear catch and sink in a little, but less than she would have liked. A spurt of nasty dark monster blood catches her across the face as she pulls the spear out and steps away.
The beast flails at her with its limbs, one of its legs almost clipping her arm before her well honed instincts make her duck, she even manages to instinctively use her mana to push herself out of the way faster than she would have been able to do naturally. Nothing as insanely complex as a flight spell, just changing her vector slightly to help her duck quicker. Now she is low she stabs at the beasts stomach. She feels the spear catch into its flesh and then slide against a bone, stopping it from penetrating deeply. She snarls in annoyance, her usually angelic 8 year old face almost feral with anger against her enemy.
She pushes off the ground and into the air, jumping above the monsters many limbs to stab it from above, adding the weight of her fall to her spear lunge. The spear digs in deep, a fair bit below the neck equivalent of this thing as she lands on top of it. Her years of mage flight experience helping her keep her balance as the monster bucks under her. The stab she just made was probably fatal but just to make sure she pulls the spear out and stabs it a few more times into the monsters abdomen, before spearing it in the head. Each stab splashing dark ichor all over her, leaving her covered in blood as she methodically hunts for vital organs to make sure it stays down for good.
Eventually the monster stops struggling, she hops off its back but stabs it in the head one last time just to make sure. Covering her in even more blood and brains. She doesn’t realise it but the rush of adrenaline and the accomplishment of winning in combat have left her smiling. Someone charitable might say she looks like an angel of battle, most people would say she looks demonic with how much monster blood she is covered in and the unhinged smile she unknowingly has on her face.
She goes over to the fallen teen to check if he still has a pulse.