Alright, so you'd probably be guessing, why on earth am I still updating this? Well, it's because of two things. Exams, and The Internet. I need something to soothe my mind a bit, and I hope this chapter brings in some unexpected things.
Seeing from Michael's reaction, Lancelot knew that he would be a hell of a treat. Lancelot stood there, looking quite pleased that he has insulted him.
Immediately, Michael slashed the female devils in front of him with furious anger. Seeing Michael's moves as he fights off his opponent's mercilessly, I'd say it was a good thing that he went a bit crazy. Soon after Michael defeated his foes, our mentor, the famous Valper Galilei, came in the arena, clapping his hands.
"Bravo, bravo. Well done, Michael and Lance. You've been improving a lot over these days." he complimented both of us.
Lancelot chuckled because he knew he enraged Michael, one of my best friends, to do all the work for him.
"Yeah, sure. We'll call it that." Lance said sarcastically.
"Come on now, gents. I mean it. You have been improving, with Lance's ever growing attitude, and Michael's more controlled rage."
Now Lance got his sarcasm, and not in a way he'd accept.
"See, Lance? You've got to do more work with your sword, or die trying to outsmart your opponent." Michael stated to Lance.
"Hey, at least I don't go into mindless rages every time someone calls me, quote unquote 'a loser' ."
Just like before, Michael got mad at Lance. He pushed his forehead against mine, trying to crush it with his sheer strength.
"Fight me, you piece of garbage." Michael angrily stated.
Lance decided to fight back, with determination, and grit. "Oh, alright, let's see who can slay the most female devils in two minutes., Let's go." Lance then turned to face Valper. "Alright, Teac. We'll train some more today into slaying those devils. I and Michael will prove that these demons don't stand a chance."
Valper looked in satisfaction from the determination shown by the two young boys. "Alright then. Since you guys like to prove who's better, I think we'll let the action and the words decide." With his statement, he quietly left the two and started to head back towards his office.
"When you boys are done with your training, I want you to report to my office. I've got an important assignment for you guys to complete."
Michael looked sophisticated that he would win this fight. Lance felt the same way as well, except looking resolved.
"Calling me a loser, Lance, will be one of your major downfall, you ass." Michael rudely stated. After that, two female devil soldiers appeared before them by a magic circle teleportation. This time, they didn't assume a battle stance, like the rest of the devils they faced. Instead, they prepared magic defensive spells in place in front of them, ready for any sort of offensive to take place. Lancelot carefully analyzed the devil's way casting a spell.
"This is odd. For a few devils like themselves, they'd prefer defensive spells. Those kinds of spells are pretty dangerous if you don't know which ones would potentially kill you in one shot. Even starter spells are known to decimate an opponent in a matter of minutes. Since I know that these devils are just novices, I just need to figure out what kind of defensive spell that they're using." Lancelot brainstormed. He is quick to deduct what kind of tactics that the opponent would do in the battlefield. Meanwhile, Michael thought of a more head-on assault strategy.
"Judging by the spells that they've casted out, It's safe to assume that their healing buffers. Only one way to find out." Michael then created a holy magic, which in turn, allowed him to manifest his sacred gear: the Holy Crosword. Lancelot noticed his sacred gear summon, and quickly deduced that his next move would be his last. Without thinking, Michael charged towards the female devil, while crying out a battle yell. Lancelot couldn't help, but put his hand on his face, with disgust. Some after, Lance's deductions were right. The Magic circles blasted out dark energy towards Michael's body, severely injuring his arms, and shoulders. Michael tried to run away from the magic circle attacks, but it just made things worse when more were unleashed towards him, with every single movement.
"Michael, Michael. You fool…." And Lancelot watched while Michael was being tortured by the upcoming dark shots.
During the time where I was trying to think of a way to save Michael's unfortunate fate, Irina came walking around to our location, still feeling bored out of her mind. She looked towards the seen battleground in front of her and saw two young men trying to fight off against novice devils. They didn't seem that they would be the kind of guys that she would trust upon, but at this moment in time, she had nothing better to do. Irina dashed into our battlefield and quickly took out the female devils with ease. One of Irina's strikes accidently made Lance lose his balance. Those devils that Irina faced, were that easy to kill, that she only needed a few, light strikes in order to take them out. After that was done, Irina lent out a hand towards Lance, giving him an opportunity to get up.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" Lancelot asked Irina, out of curiosity.
"Well, I go by Irina. Irina Shidou. But, man, you should really work on your strategic thinking. I barely got to know the place, and I managed to beat them." Irina bragged towards Lancelot.
From a distance, Michael stood motionless on the floor, trying to recover from his magic attacks. Irina couldn't help but notice how helpless he was back at the fight. This did have Irina chuckle a bit since he's never seen a guy so clueless on a battlefield.
"Is that your friend over there?" Irina pointed at Michael to specify. Lancelot looked at him, with disgust.
"Yeah, I know him. He's the guy who doesn't know how to think right." Lancelot sternly replied. "Oh yeah, I nearly forgot, we have a mission to report to."
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