This is supposed to be the big fight ... but I lost all inspiration for the fight scene in the end, and it turns out to be quite choppy. Looks like you fans have to wait for the end of the fic for the ultimate fight scene.... But for now, enjoy this.
黒陸軍の最少攻撃
Log 15: The Dark Army's First Strike
"Yes ... Miharoshiandagia," Wyvern said, tossing the gauntlet to Keith. The angel caught it in his free hand and inspected it. "Lady Fallon gave me it when she retired from the Jewel Riders - the Wizard Council suggested it."
"It is still a fine weapon," Keith muttered, eyeing the gauntlet in the torchlight. He brought avellonis to the crystal in Miharoshiandagia's handguard; the staff melted into the gauntlet with a flash of light. "Thank you."
A thud rattled through the keep, making Wyvern and Keith fight to keep their balance. They steadied themselves quickly, and tried to regain their senses.
A voice echoed in the room. "Wyvern! Bring out the ryûka defense! There is an unidentified party heading towards the castle - they have commenced an attack!"
"Damn," the ryûka chieftan grumbled. "I was hoping for a quiet flight to Denbridge tonight. Come, Keythedrian - fight with the aerie. You can put Miharoshiandagia to use."
At the top of the keep tower, ranks of ryûka lined themselves along the walls as Wyvern and Keith emerged from the stairway. The ranks, armed with spears and short swords, kept their eyes on the sky - the flapping of leathery wings filled the air, the sound of an enemy.
"Wurms?" Wyvern asked, turning to the angel.
Keith ran to the nearest wall, the ryûka moving aside to let himi see the sky. He looked up - snakes with feathered wings, their bodies cloaked in black, circled the air above. Their eyes were on the angel.
"Wurms," he breathed. "Agents of the Dark Army...."
He leaped from the wall, slipping Miharoshiandagia onto his dominant hand. Remembering how Kathryn activated Xariandagia, he whispered the words to activate his weapon.
"Miharoshiandagia, arm me in the shadow of illusion!"
Kathryn sat in the parlor in the evening clothes Fallon had let her borrow; Xariandagia lay in her lap. She had heard the general call-to-muster through the palace; Derrik had joined the Plains Guard on the lower battlements, leaving her in the suite. She didn't know about Keith - still resting, she presumed at last.
"Kathryn!"
A monstrous head crashed through the parlor window, making Kathryn back away from the tinkling glass. With the commotion over, she took a closer look: It was a reptilian face, bloodied from a wound at the top of its head. A faint plume of smoke arose from the creature's head.
Wind blasted through the window as a ryûka glided inside. He stood on the fallen creature's head, inspecting the wound there. The monster vanished in a cloud of darkness, making the ryûka fall harshly on the glass-covered ground on his aquiline feet. The ryûka looked over at Kathryn and took a step towards her.
"Kathryn, are you all right? It is me, Keith."
The sultana gazed at the ryûka; his face was like the angel's, with th ekind blue eys that stood out from his steel-colored body. His leathery wings looked as though they were etched with feathers; his flowing white hair whipped around his body, hiding a ryûka's standard loincloth; a blade of lavender light extended from the gauntlet he wore, and was soon extinguished as he advanced to Kathryn's side.
"I'm only shocked," the girl replied. "What is happening?"
"It is an attack, by the Dark Army. I have defeated most of them - the ryûka are fighting the rest. All will be fine now, Kathryn."
All would be safe, Kathryn thought; but why have these dark creatures started to come, now with Keith here? With him here, am I to be endangered always...?
"I am to be your guardian," Keith had told her back in Sálíphirá - and that one memory erased all her fear.
Yes, obviously I've lost all inspiration for a fight scene. So sorry. The next part is very short, so you might as well go read it now.