Hey everyone and get ready for this chapter. Get ready for another fight scene and some more of Shirou's brutality and progress in this Arc. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit fan-based parody, Highschool DxD, Highschool DxD New, Highschool DxD Born, Highschool DxD EX and Highschool DxD Hero are all owned by Funimation, Fushimi Shobo, TNK, Passione, and Ichiei Ishibumi. Please support the official release.

"Shirou" Regular speech.

"Shirou" Thoughts.

DRAGON SHOT Attack names.

(Shirou) Words said previously.

"SHIROU!" Shouting speech.

[Ddraig] Dragon talking.

Walking Into A Trap And A Hard Fight.

It was evening, one day after the Occult Research Club hunted Visor. In the Tsukiharu residence.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Mika Tsukiharu shot upright on the couch that was her chair, her bed, and (In extreme circumstances) her toilet. She rubbed her eyes letting out a tired yawn.

The menu to the DVD she had been watching was her 12-hour binge-watch marathon that was displayed across the TV screen. Perhaps not the most effective use of her time, but it was certainly the most fulfilling.

She didn't know why she couldn't stop watching Magical Girl anime, but she couldn't.

She was still a little fuzzy-headed.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Mmmhmmmm…" Mika whined, laying her head on the armchair. "Its probably just a delivery guy… He'll probably just leave it at the door. I hope Brolo doesn't mind I used his credit card again…" Her eyes slowly slid shut.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"…I'm sure it's fine."

{Mika, open this goddamn door right now!}

"MMMMMNNNNNNNNNNN!" Mika whined, covering her ears and rolling over.

{Mika, open up or else I'll break the door down, and break your CD's into pieces!}

Mika gasped, eyes widen. "Not my Madoka Magica soundtracks!"

{I will stomp on all of them and make you watch!}

"Alright, alright!" Mika cried in surrender. "I'm coming…!" She got up from her comfortable sitting position from the couch and sighed.

She then walked towards the door and after a few seconds she was there, the next step was unlocking the top and bottom locks.

When that was done, she swung the door open. "Welcome back, Bro—" Mika paused.

Shirou's face had a small cut on his right cheek and he had some rubble in his hair. His entire body had some small bruise that locked mildly bad, but not much worse then what's normal for him, his uniform was also messy like he was thrown through a wall. He was wearing his student T-shirt but he was without his blazer, and most noticeably there was an injury that looked similar to a bullet wound over his right bicep.

"Hey Mika… Ah look I can kind of explain this…" Shirou greeted awkwardly. "The, the thing is—"

"U-Um, Shirou-san." The owner of a shy voice peeked out from behind Shirou, being carried on his back was revealed to be the golden-haired nun, Asia Argento. "W-Who is this?" Asia started to feel nervous under Mika's intense gaze. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

She was as beautiful as always. Even though right now her hair was dirty and there was a bruise on her left cheek, plus there was one more undeniable fact. She was half-naked, using one hand to hold a shredded dress above her waist and the other hand was keeping Shirou's now-found student blazer closed around her bare chest.

Mika looked from Asia to Shirou, to Asia, to Shirou, to Asia, to Shirou.

"Either you were doing something Devil-related, or you had a kinky night of passion and brought her home to finish the job." Mika said after a second.

Shirou face-palmed. "The first one. Mika when this is over I've got to find out why the most sexually unlikely scenario is the first thing you come up with." Shirou gestured to Mika. "Asia, this is my little Sister, Mika. Mika, this is the Stray I picked up, Asia. Now let's get inside, after the day I've had I really need to sit down."

Mika stared. "I feel like there's some important dialogue missing… Who is she again?"

"H-Hello." Asia greeted again, nervously glancing between Mika and Shirou.

"Asia used to be a nun working for the Fallen Angels who tried to kill me and now I took her from them and brought her back here." Shirou said believing that explained everything. "…Don't tell anyone about this."

Mika blinked "…Nope, still lost."

Shirou sighed. "Look it's a really, really, REALLY, long story, I cannot stress enough how long this story is, so I explain inside—"

"I'm not going anywhere, and I like long stories." Mika said, crossing her arms with an expecting look. Leaning against the door frame, pinning her foot across the other side, blocking Shirou's path. "I want to know what happened," Mika then had a look of excitement. "Also does this mean Asia's going to be my new big Sister?!"

"Hmm well let me start by answering the second one." Shirou said, taking a deep breath. "No Fucking Way."

"Whhyyyyy!" Mika whined.

Shirou sighed. "Alright look, how we got to this point happened a little earlier today."

Earlier That Same Night.

"Why should I!"

"Because it's your job!"

"How is it my job?" Shirou asked, his eye twitching. "They asked for Koneko, so make her do it. I just got back from a summon, so it's not my concern."

Rias narrowed her eyes at her lazy Pawn laying down on the couch, his head resting on the arm with his arms crossed behind his head. He wanted to just lay there and laze the evening away after taking another summons from yet another weirdo. The last thing he wanted was doing potentially a second on the same night.

"Shirou, she can't do it because she's double booked. It's your job because you're the only one left that's free." Rias pointed out.

"That doesn't mean I want to." Shirou argued.

"You should want to." Rias said. "Ever since you became a Devil you've somehow made a pact with every summoner whose called you, against my better judgement I haven't asked how you've done so, but you should keep it up while you're on a roll."

"First off, even if that's true regardless of how many pacts I make, I personally don't want those freaks calling me again." Shirou replied. "Secondly, what possible merit could there be for me to take Koneko's work?"

"You'll be closer to becoming a High-Class Devil." Rias noted.

"Eh, I'm not really in that big a hurry." Shirou brushed off.

"You'll be paid extra this week."

Shirou then immediately stood up and had a look of enthusiasm. "Alright, you talked me into it."

Shirou then walked to the window and opened it, Rias wondered why. "Aren't you going to teleport?"

"I'll take the long way." Shirou responded before spreading his wings, he then flew off into the night sky.

Rias stared watching he go. "When did he learn how to fly so well?"

As he was almost out of sight, he closed the window. "He sure does like money though." Rias noted. "I guess his greed is almost as prevalent as his wrath…"

Shirou arrived at the house of the contractor.

Surprisingly enough the door was already opened.

Shirou blinked. "Weird… Who in their right mind would leave their door open?" Shirou asked, he then shrugged. "Then again I've already seen that no one who summons a Devil is even anything close to being normal."

Shirou approached the house, however as he got closer he felt a sudden chill run down his spine and his both instincts and danger senses were screaming at him to leave quickly. Shirou felt a similar feeling from the Church but this one was different. It was less massive but more potent.

"That can't be good." Shirou then weighed his options. "Okay, on one hand, I go in there to do a job I don't want and possibly have to fight another enemy from the Church who uses a power that's now my greatest weakness and could even vaporize me to the bone." Shirou then raised his other arm. "On the other hand, if I stay I could fight someone interesting and leaving would mean I have to deal with more of Rias' bitching and nagging."

After thinking it over for a minute, Shirou made a decision.

"Ah what the hell, what's the worst that could happen?"

Shirou then entered the house. "Hellooooo?" Shirou called out. It was fairly quiet. "Is anybody here? If you're not then don't answer me!"

Only silence answered him. Now he was starting to feel something ominous in the air.

Shirou then looked down the dark hallway, squinting for any signs of movement. "If anybody IS here then I'm the Devil you ordered, and I'd like to point out that I charge extra by the hour."

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Shirou continued his invasion of the suspiciously empty house.

"Well that didn't work, and I wasn't even kidding." He then looked around, feeling his unease grow the further he entered. "Strange, what's that weird smell in the air?" He took a good whiff of the air as he approached a light at the end of the hall. "Hm. I guess it's coming from there." He then approached the light.

Just as he was about to go around the corner to enter the room where the smell was, he could've sworn he felt the presence of someone else in there. "Man, if this were a horror movie I'd be telling myself to get the hell out of here."

It was when he entered the living room that he found his answer out in the most horrific way possible.

Nailed to the wall across from Shirou was the body of a man… At least, Shirou assumed that it was male.

In truth, it was actually hard to tell what gender it was since Its entire skin was peeled off.

There were organs and blood seeped out of the large dissected hole in the poor saps torso and their arms and legs were pinned to the wall by large nails, legs together, arms as far apart as possible. The whole thing resembled that of a crucifixion.

Written above their heads was a message in their own blood that Shirou get barely make out as "Punishment for those who did bad deeds."

Shirou just stared at it with half-lidded eyes. "Now it feels like an old horror movie, with cliché and lazy deaths."

"WHAT! Okay No. No. No. NO!" An irritated voice interjected, a shorter boy with dull-white hair and red eyes appeared in front of Shirou. He was dressed in the garb of a priest and judging by the look on his face, he was not pleased. "First off, who the hell do you think you are calling my masterpiece "lazy and cliché" and second, WHY aren't you freaking out at the sight of it? that's Literally my favorite part."

"Both excellent questions. First of all, I'm the summoned Devil, Shirou." Shirou pointed to himself. "And I'm not freaking out because honestly, I've seen worse, seriously I've watched every horror movie you can think of, from the classics to the modern and surprisingly enough, they're not as good as you'd think, really even some anime do it better with all the horror and gore, at least compared to modern-day horror. And let me say this, ever seen Boku No Pico? Because that's really scary. This, this is just too standard and extremely generic that it's not even funny, I don't feel a thing from it."

"FUCK YOU!" The priest boy exploded. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked on that?"

Shirou shrugged. "And I appreciate the effort, but really what do you expect?"

"As I said before, freak out! That's the best and only reason I made that!"

"Yeah that's the other thing, it's overdone." Shirou pointed out, sounding bored. "I mean what were you even going for, a curved up corpse with a message written in his own blood? I mean it's boring."

The priest boy scoffed. "I was trying to go for the classical approach! I mean look at it, it's gruesome to last detail!"

"It has gore covered but behind that nothing." Shirou argued. "It's only scary if you've never seen the inside of a corpse before, but if you have then, really what's there to be scared of, people would just say Eh seen that before and I have so, not really feeling it."

"But it's a real dead body!"

"Real or not it still basically looks like what I was expecting so the only difference is the detail." Shirou said. "Besides I don't know this guy, so why should I give a damn if he's a corpse, sure in another universe out-there there's probably some wimp who would scream and barf at the sight of this, but I'm not him."

"Do you even know why I killed him?" The priest boy asked.

"No, I'm a substitute for this job."

The priest boy got excited. "Well, then I'll tell yo—"

"Actually I'm not really that interested in knowing." Shirou interrupted.

The priest boy almost face-fault, he then glared at Shirou. "Well too bad! I'm saying it anyway!"

"Alright, alright… proceed." Shirou lazily waived him.

"I am Freed Sellzen!" The now named Freed declared with a pose. "And I'm…" Freed then put his arms down. "NO forget it, the whole mood I set up is gone."

"You sure you don't want to try anyway?"

"No, now it just feels like work instead of fun."

"Well, could you at least explain what your doing here?"

Freed then smiled. "How about this, if you survive the first one minute, I'll tell you."

"Wait why would need to survi-OH SHIT!" Freed then reached into the pocket of his robe and held a Sword in one hand, and a gun in the other, he then fired his gun at Shirou.

Shirou hastily dodged the bullets of light but Freed wasn't done.

"Now it's fun again!" Shirou rolled out of the way as Freed lunged at him with his blade. His body reacted on its own, trying to get him away from Freed's blade anyway it could. Freed fired his gun again trying to blast a hole through Shirou, and he evaded it by hopping over and taking cover behind the couch.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Freed shot three more rounds, that ripped through the fabric of the couch, just barely missing Shirou.

"Oh come on, I'm finally starting to enjoy this, the game is dull if all you do is dodge!" Freed called out, Shirou could hear the click of his gun which meant he was preparing to fire again. "I got it all planned out, first I'll cut your limbs off one at a time, then blast a hole in your skull and put it on my wall."

"Okay now, you're starting to sound like a horror movie killer." Shirou pointed out as Freed's Sword of light ripped through the couch and cut it in half. "And I'm not gonna lie. It's actually better than before."

"Thanks, I try."

Shirou lunged across the room to distance himself from Freed, Freed gave chase and was closing in on him but, at that moment, Shirou turned and kicked Freed as hard as he could in the face, sending him sliding across the room and into the wall. Freed quickly got up with nothing more than a bruise.

"Grr, didn't see that one coming." Freed said irritated.

"Alright look, I think I'm due an explanation now." Shirou noted. "It's been a minute, and as you can see I survived, so cough up your end of the bargain explain what you're doing here."

"What? It hasn't been… Wait." Freed then counts the amount of time from then to now. "Huh, what do you know, it has."

"Ah yeah, so hurry up and tell me." Shirou said impatiently.

"Alright, a deal's a deal." Freed then smirked. "You see, I belong to a certain organization that specializes in exterminating nasty little Devils like you~ You are creatures that taint the world and drag humans into the realm of sin~"

"Oh come on, drugs and prostitutes do that too and way more nowadays," Shirou pointed out. "I don't see you putting a bullet in the heads of every drug dealer and working girl you see."

"Well of course not, this is legal for me." Freed said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Anyways, you Devils are a twisted and disgusting race that I've made my mission to wipe out~"

"I'm twisted and disgusting?!" Shirou asked feeling insulted. "You literally just craved up some guys body and called it art!"

"Oh don't highroad me, he was paying tribute to Devils, so I had to kill him. I'm a priest, so I naturally have the moral high-ground."

"That's not how morality works." Shirou argued.

"It is in the Church my child~"

"I'm a non-believer."

"You see-Wait what?" Freed paused, raising an eyebrow. "You were an atheist?"

"Nooo, I'm a non-believer, there's a difference." Shirou corrected amused. "It means that I don't believe in religion which technically includes atheism."

"How does that work?" Freed asked, clearly not getting it.

"Well atheists believe that everything exists from science and are trying to prove it, the problem is they act like they're smarter than everyone who believes in religion when they don't, and most of them go out of their way to be a dick about, I don't feel like doing that." Shirou explained. "I don't believe in God mind-you, but I won't fault others for doing so, that's their business."

"Huh didn't know that's how it worked." Freed scratched his chin, before realizing what he was doing. "I mean wait! You don't believe in God?"

"As a matter of fact, I do not." Shirou replied.

"But you're a literal Devil, a creature from the bible." Freed pointed out, seemingly more bemused by the situation he was in then annoyed. "I mean, fuck God sure, but I don't deny he's real."

"Well the way I see it, I just don't see any proof that he's real."

"You are a literal Devil!"

"I decided only to believe in something or someone when I see them, for example I've seen Angels, though only Fallen ones, and I've seen Devils so I'll believe in them." Shirou reasoned. "But I haven't seen God, so I still don't believe, I mean tell me, have you ever seen him?"

"Of course not." Freed immediately answered.

"Then what proof do you have that he's real?"

"I have a Sword MADE of Holy Light!"

"And did you get that from God?" Shirou asked.

Freed then paused. "…No I… I got it from a… Fallen Angel."

"And what does that tell you?"

Freed shrugged. "Okay, you've made your point." Before Shirou could react Freed went back on the offensive and speed blitzed him, tackling him against the adjacent wall. "Now for some stabbing~!" Freed raised his Sword.

"Like hell!" Shirou raised his arm. "Sacred Gear, go!" The red gauntlet he had summoned previously appeared around his forearm. Shirou raised it just in time to block Freed's blade of light and push it back, thus freeing himself from the wall. Freed tried stabbing him again and again, but Shirou kept raising his gauntlet to block each strike. "Damn it, how the hell is this psycho so fast?" For something that looked like a toy, the Sacred Gear was surprisingly durable.

Maybe it was a defensive type Gear.

"Would you stop dodging and just die already!" Freed complained. "I've got other shit planned for tonight y'know!"

"Go to hell! As if anyone would just hold still and die just 'cause someone asked them." Shirou shot back. "And hate to break it to ya, but your "oh so busy schedule" isn't important enough to me to change my mind!"

Shirou then rushed in, Freed saw him get close and brought down his Sword for a final strike, however Shirou was waiting for that and used the Sacred Gear to block his strike and raised his arm, knocking Freed's blade upwards and Freed off balance. Seizing the opening he created, Shirou let's loose a fierce uppercut on Freed's neck, launching him across the room and making him hit then floor with a loud thud.

This time Freed got up much slower, and blood was leaking from his jaw. "Augh, you son of a bitch." Freed groaned, clutching his face. "How'd you even do that?"

"Well sir, I used a very effective method of fight called STRATEGY!" Shirou answered annoyed, as explaining something as simple as two plus two. "You'll find it's a lot more effective than randomly swinging your Sword around like a psychopath."

"Hmm, interesting theory, okay let's try it, how about instead of trying to use my Sword up close." Freed then smirked and raised his gun. "I stand at a safe distance, and blast you full of holes with my gun, how's that for a strategy?"

Shirou paused, realizing what he'd just done. "Umm, on second thought, strategy is overrated." Shirou tried to reason. "There's not much wrong with what you were doing before, you should stick to that."

"Normally I'd agree with you, but I always believe in trying new things. So let's try it."

Freed then fires rounds from his gun at Shirou in rapid succession. Shirou dashes around the room, doing whatever he can to dodge the bullets, whenever he felt he could see one of them coming but couldn't dodge it he'd use his Sacred Gear to deflect it. However, even that could only work for so long.

"Y'know you were right!" Freed said while still firing, having a great time. "This whole strategy thing really does work."

"Oh, I'm so glad I could help!" Shirou responded sarcastically while dodging.

"Well, you really did, and to show my appreciation I think I'll shooting you in the head!"

"You don't have to do that." Shirou said.

"I insist!"

Freed then concentrated his shooting at Shirou's head, planning to end this with a head shot. Shirou knew he couldn't keep this up, dodging his gun fire was extremely difficult for him in such a closed space and while he was being weighed down by his weights.

Shirou decided he had to go for broke if he wanted to survive this, and so when Freed opened fire again after taking a moment to aim, he heard the click of Freed's gun. He began his desperate charge and rushed towards Freed in a straight line, using his Sacred Gear to block or deflect the bullets fired at him. Unfortunately, one of them got past his notice and struck him in his right arm. "Augh!" Shirou felt intense pain from the light that successfully hit his flesh even through the fabric of his sleeve, however he fought through the pain and continued. Once he was right in front of Freed he reached out and grabbed his gun.

Once his hands were on the weapon, both of them were in a struggle to steal it from the grip of the other.

"Get your hands off my gun!" Freed yelled.

"No way hand it over!" Shirou yelled back.

"Let go!"

"You let go!"

Then finally Shirou snatched the gun out of Freed's hands, and before he could react Shirou quickly threw the gun into the fireplace. The gun was now unusable. Freed was shocked which was quickly replaced with anger.

"Hey, that thing wasn't cheap you know!"

"Oh yeah, I feel so bad for you." Shirou snorted. "Sadly I had to do that in favor of NOT DYING!"

"Oh yeah well, too bad because I'm going to have to change those plans!"

Freed then brought his Sword of light back out, and Shirou jumped back to gain a few feet of distance and raised his gauntlet.

"And I was really looking forward to finishing you with my gun."

"You've still got your Sword," Shirou noted. "What's the difference?"

"What's the difference? Have you ever even used a weapon before?" Freed asked.

"Nah, I mainly just use my fists," Shirou said raising his fists. "The only time I use weapons is when I take them from my fallen enemy, though I throw them away after the fight."

"Well, then you obviously wouldn't understand!" Freed said irritated. "There's a feeling of enjoyment that comes from choosing which weapon you use to make the kill. It's not the same with just one."

Shirou blinked. "…Cool, anyways weren't we fighting or…"

After being reminded of that fact the two of them got back into fighting positions.

"Let's end this." Freed said with narrowed eyes and venom in his tone.

"Sounds like a plan." Shirou said in the same tone and also narrowed eyes.

Before the two youths could continue however, they were interrupted.

"N-Noooooooo!"

There was a sharp, ear-splitting shriek that made both of them stop in their tracks, turning to face the blonde-haired nun who had entered the building.

She stood there, staring in shock and horror at the desecrated corpse hanging on the wall like some kind of decoration.

Freed turned to Shirou, smirking. "See?! Asia thought it was pretty horrific."

"Well, then Asia has never seen a dead body before!" Shirou argued back instantly, before thinking back to what he just said. "Wait… Asia? Isn't that the name of the girl who…?"

"Father Freed…?" Asia gasped, turning to the white-haired priest.

"Oh yeah, this is your first time seeing how we operate isn't it, Asia-tan?" Freed noted, clearly taking amusement in Asia's horrified expression. "Then look carefully, this is the fate of Humans sinful enough to get entranced by wicked Devils."

"Are you still saying that crap!" Shirou interjected, bringing their attention to him. "How can you call him sinful when you craved him up, and you think Devils are wicked? Well at least we don't get are sick kicks by skinning someone and hanging them up on the wall, think about that Mr psycho priest from hell!"

Asia's eyes widened when she turned to face him. "S-Shirou-san…?"

Shirou got a good look at her face. "So I was right, you're the girl from the other day." Shirou then realized the situation of their meeting. "Umm, this is kinda awkward, I-I really didn't expect to see you here… Or ever again, like at all."

"W-What are you doing here?"

"Good question Asia, I mean what are any of us doing here…? Wow, that's deep." Shirou spoke as if she was asking about something else.

"No, I think she meant, what are you doing in this house?" Freed corrected.

"Hmm, maybe or-or and I'm just throwing this out there, what if she meant, what am I doing fighting you?" Shirou suggested.

Freed blinked. "Huh, you know that is also a possibility."

Asia stared.

"Hang on, do you two know each other?" Freed asked, noticing the awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far." Shirou said scratching his cheek. "We just randomly met, in a situation where I gave her directions because she's as mentally capable as a child half her age, and possess even fewer motor-skills."

Asia wasn't sure but felt like she was just insulted.

"Huh." Freed said feeling bemused by the whole thing. "A Devil giving directions to a nun, that sounds like the pinch-line to a bad joke."

"A Devil?" Asia gasped. "That-That can't be true…! How… How could Shirou-san be a Devil?"

"Well it's actually pretty hard to explain, basically I fought some Fallen Angel which ended in me breaking both her arms and me with a hole through my gut." Shirou shrugged.

"Wait? You did that?" Freed asked surprised. "Oh my God, that was amazing! I still get a kick just from thinking about!" Freed said excitedly. "Do you have any idea how pissed she was, Ha classic!"

"Well thanks but, it just feels wrong when you like it." Shirou said uncomfortable, he then turned to Asia. "As for you, I would have told you I was a Devil if you just asked, besides I believed I was never going to see you again so I didn't think it mattered." Shirou reason.

"Shi-Shirou-san… Is… Is this why you don't believe in God?"

Wah, oh No-Nooo-No," Shirou admitted, looking away. "That's an entirely different reason that stems from something unrelated, this." Shirou then gestured to himself. "This is recent."

"Shirou-san…"

"Now, now Asia-tan," Freed said in a mocking tone. "Don't go forgetting that relationships between Humans and Devils are expressly forbidden by the Fallen Angels now~!"

Shirou tilted his head a bit. "Forbidden? Butttt, we can still text each other now and then right?"

Freed just stared.

"No! You can't text each other, forbidden means forbidden, and I doubt she even KNOWS how to use a phone!" Freed yelled.

"I guess I believe that." Shirou muttered. He then got ready to fight again. "Fine then, let's end this once and for all!"

"That's right! No more interruptions!" Freed responded raising his Sword.

Unfortunately though, they were interrupted again. This time before they could begin, Asia ran up to Shirou and stood in front of him with her arms out in a defensive manner. Both of them stared not knowing what to make of her contradictory actions.

"What the hell?" Shirou muttered confused.

"You've got to be kidding me with this." Freed muttered annoyed.

Asia stood there determined to shield Shirou, despite the obvious fear in her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing? Move it!" Freed demanded, anger by her action in protecting a Devil. "Do you have any idea what you're even doing?"

Asia didn't move. "Please don't! I beg you for mercy, Father." Asia pleaded, her eyes watering.

"Huh?!" Freed tilted his head in confusion and annoyance. "Mercy to a Devil, do you even know what your saying or are you retarded?"

"…I do. Father Freed, I beg you. Forgive this person! Please let him go!" Despite the fact that she was as threatening as a house cat and she was up against a man trained to kill Devils without mercy, Asia showed no hesitation. "I can't stand it anymore…! Using that reason to lead people astray to kill both Humans and Devils… It's wrong!"

Even Shirou raised a brow and was inwardly impressed by the girl's gutsy declaration. "Damn… She's braver than I thought." He then focused on the fact that she had completely captured Freed's attention, As in Freed's attention was no longer on him.

Freed's only weapon was now his Sword, if he waited for just the right time, he could knock it out of Freed's hand, and with Freed disarmed beating him would be easy.

Freed's anger began to overflow. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!? Don't talk shit, bitch! You also learned that Devils are trash at the Church! Seriously, is there something wrong with your brain!?"

Freed now has an anguished expression.

"There are good people, even among Devils!"

"There aren't, idiooooooot!"

Asia shook her head. "T-That's what I thought until recently… But Shirou-san is a good person. That fact doesn't change even after I found out that he is a Devil! Killing someone is unforgivable! This kind of act! God won't allow such acts!"

"ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!" Freed roared as he raised his Sword.

The Sword came down.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

Before Shirou or Asia could react, Freed slashed his Sword down on Asia. There was a tearing sound that Shirou had initially thought had been her flesh being severed by the blade.

Instead however, what was actually cut was the front of her dress that had been completely cut right down the middle, removing any form of protection to her modestly. Freed then grabbed her by the collar and pinned her to the wall.

"You're really fucking pissing me off with that shit!" Freed snapped holding her against the wall. "…The Fallen Angel girl told me very strongly that I can't kill you. But I'm getting a bit pissed. Since I can't kill you, then can I rape you or something? If I don't, I won't be able to heal my heart." Freed then increased his grip as if he was trying to see how much pressure her neck could take before it broke.

"P-Please don't hurt me!" Asia begged, earning a twisted laugh from Freed.

SMASH!

Freed felt an unbelievable amount of force smash into the side of his torso, he was then flung away from where he stood and knocked hard into a bookshelf, the shock caused several dozen books fell on top of his collapsed form. Freed feeling a great amount of pain, looked up to see Shirou standing where he was a moment ago, with his fist extended and Asia being held up by his other arm.

"So yeah, I gonna have to draw the line there and say Absolutely not!." Shirou said with anger.

"Bastard!" Freed cursed, getting up while holding his side. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I was waiting for the right time to strike you when your guard was down and Asia provided the perfect distraction." Shirou explained. "Of course that wasn't how I planned it, but after your decision to rape her I said fuck the plan and just went on the attack," Shirou then sent Freed a death glare. "Those are the kind of things you should never say around me." Shirou then thought inwardly. "Oh wait, I should've used that chance to knock away his Sword… Whoops."

Asia's eyes widened as she looked up at Shirou with a glimmering look of hope and surprise. "S-Shirou-san?"

Shirou looked at her with a look of seriousness. "Don't get too close." He then set her down by the remains of the destroyed couch. "I'm ending this now."

"Awww… MY FACE!" Freed barked as he stood up from the pile of toppled books. He then brought up his Sword again, his fierce gaze containing more hatred than before. "I'm the one who's ending this! You can't escape my exorcism!"

"Technically this isn't an exorcism." Shirou pointed out. "You've only killed a Human and tried to rape a nun, so this is murder and rape but not exorcism."

Freed paused, then got angry. "Okay, you SUCK! You are sucking all the fun out of this! I'm the only one who sucks around here-Aaah that came out wrong." Freed said realizing what he just said.

Shirou shrugged. "I don't know, sounds right to me."

"That does it! I am going to set a world record by seeing how many pieces I can cut you into." Freed charged at Shirou.

"Go ahead and try if you think you're hard enough!" Shirou charged as well.

Freed swung his Sword at Shirou and Shirou jumped back to avoid the blade, Shirou moved in again and tried to go for a righthanded punch to the side of Freed's head, but Freed ducked to the side to dodge it, Freed then let loose a wild number of slashes aiming to cut anything in front of him, Shirou did everything he could the dodge the hasty Sword attacks but one thing Freed had going for him was speed, that plus the narrow space they were fighting in made it hard to evade his attacks. As they continued this cycle, Shirou could feel some of the blade's attacks graze him a few times, he couldn't keep this up. Shirou lunged to the right to dodge Freed's assault, Freed followed and aimed his next slash at his legs, Shirou waived out of the way but lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"Not good."

"I disagree!" Freed grinned like a madman.

Freed then took the opportunity to try and stab Shirou, Shirou without time to think, quickly rolled out of the way, Freed's Sword stabbed empty floor and Freed tried again, they then continued that pattern with Freed trying to stab Shirou, and Shirou continuously rolling away on the floor making Freed miss his mark. Shirou then saw they were approaching a wall, he saw that Freed hadn't noticed yet and hatched a plan. Now they were only a few steps from the wall, and once they were there Shirou swiftly got on all fours and kicked his leg out and swiped Freed's leg, causing Freed to lose his balance and trip forward, because of that he ran face-first right into the wall.

Shirou then stood up and landing beside Asia, and scratched his head. "Wow, I literally can't believe that work."

"Shirou-san?" Asia spoke getting his attention. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine for now, but in a closed environment like this, he has the advantage." Shirou said. "First chance you need to make a run for it, I'll cover you."

"Sorry to tell you." Freed said getting his face off the wall. "But neither of you are getting out of here alive!"

Freed lunged forward once again, Shirou outstretched his arm and used his gauntlet to block Freed's blade.

"Damn it…!" Shirou barked in his own mind. "I'm doing everything I can in this situation and still nothing! One of the only things keeping me alive right now is the Sacred Gear… The Sacred Gear, it's a weapon that I don't even know how to use. All I can do with it is block, is that it, is it some kind ofShield?" Shirou thought as he was constantly blocking the blade of light. "I don't need a shield right now! power… I NEED POWER!" Shirou roared in his own mind.

[BOOST!]

Shirou blinked as an announcement of some sort emitted from his gauntlet, more-so because the green gem embedded on the back of his hand glowed almost simultaneously. At that moment while his arm and Freed's Sword were clashing, suddenly his power shot up and his punch overpowered Freed's blade, thus pushing him back.

"What just happened?"

his body felt… Different.

He felt… Lighter? Stronger?

As if power was coursing through him.

He didn't have time to think about it though because Freed decided to try and strike him again. Shirou parried each blow with the back of his gauntlet. With his increase in speed and power, stopping Freed's attacks from getting through was much easier then it was a moment ago.

But unfortunately, just as quickly as the sudden burst of power came, it vanished entirely after Shirou struck Freed with his attack, leaving Shirou at the same level he was at only moments ago.

"HIYA!" Freed then tried to use his free hand to punch Shirou, but Shirou seeing the fist just before it made contact, threw a punch of his own, their fists clashed, and unfortunately for Freed, Shirou had the upper-hand when it came to strength and caused harsh damaged to Freed's hand.

CRACK!

"GAUGHH!" Freed screamed out holding his cracked hand. Shirou wasn't done there as he followed up with a strong kick to Freed's gut which knocked him away and surprising launched him once again into the bookshelf. With a precious few seconds to spare, Shirou tried to figure out where that power came from.

"Okay, the obvious conclusion is the Sacred Gear give me a power-up. But then why'd it go away after a few seconds?" Shirou thought inwardly. "I feel like I could use it again, which could mean it gave me a small power boost for a short amount of time and then need the same amount of time for a cool down."

Shirou was luckily he had been in so many fights over the years, because of that reason he had learned how to make swift observations and decision on what's the best move in a limited amount of time because in a fight where your life is in danger you have to be able to make detailed thoughts and ideas on a near instinctive level of speed, as to make sure you don't waste precious seconds which is all the time you have in most cases.

The time it took Shirou to figure out that possibility was less than three seconds.

Proof being, immediately after that thought Freed emerged and went back on the attack. Shirou went back to parrying and blocking his attacks, while in his mind he was counting the seconds of how long till he could use his Sacred Gear again.

[BOOST!]

That was the moment, Shirou's power had gone up again, Freed not knowing the different charged straight forward and prepared a thrusting attack with his Sword. Shirou used his new lightness to jump up and leap over both Freed's Sword and Freed himself, once he was behind Freed while still in mid-air he kicked out behind him and his kick struck Freed in the back of his head causing him to fall to the floor.

Shirou landed on the floor and his power-up faded once again, "Okay, I'm sure of it now, when I power up it lasts for ten seconds, but after that, I need another ten seconds before I can do again, it's actually a pretty good power." Shirou thought satisfied now knowing his ability.

In the time it took for Freed to get up, Shirou was ready for another boost, he rushed in for an attack.

[BOOST!]

But to his shock, this time Freed smirked, and slide out of the way just before the attack, Freed then appeared behind Shirou and brought his Sword down for an attack. Shirou quickly reacting, brought up his gauntlet and punched the Sword of light, with that clashed they pushed each other back and then Shirou power-up faded.

"I admit, I don't know how you keep randomly speeding up, but after seeing enough times my eyes can adjust to it~" Freed said in a mocking tone. "Guess you'll have to try something else~!"

Shirou clicked his tongue, annoyed that Freed figured it out so fast. "Damn… guess hit and run tactics can only work for so long, I know I can beat him if we were fighting outside if I could just get past his speed. I could if I removed my weights, but he'd know what I'm doing and kill me before I could." Shirou tried to think of another option when a light bulb went off in his head and he remembered something Rias told him. "That's it!"

"Alright let's try this again~" Freed raised his Sword in the air.

"WAIT!" Shirou called out raising a hand.

As if by some unspoken "wait" law, Freed paused his Sword in the air, and had a confused expression on his face. "What?"

"Before we go any further," Shirou said. "Mind if a take a call first?"

"What? We're in the middle of a fight!" Freed said unable to believe he even suggested that.

"Exactly, a fight to the death." Shirou pointed out. "And if there's a chance I might die, I at least want to say goodbye to my best friend, we've been friends for a while, even before I was a Devil, and if I'm never going to see her again, then I want to at least get some things off my chest that I've been holding in for a while."

Freed stared. "Alright, you get two minutes." Freed said, at his core, he knew he was being played, but even if he was, what could his opponent do with a phone call, might as well let it happen and get back to the fight afterwards.

Shirou reached into his pocket and took out his cell-phone, typing in a few numbers. He then pressed the phone against his ear and waited for the call to pick up.

{…Hello?}

"Hey Rias, it's me Shirou." Shirou called.

{Shirou? Where are you? Did something happen?}

"Rias, listen, I'm kind of in a bit of a problem here, like I'm fighting for my life, 'cause of that thing you told me about before." Shirou explained trying to be discrete.

{What? Are you in danger? We're on our way!}

No don't." Shirou said greeting his teeth. "I just need you to do me a favor."

{A favor?! But you're in trouble!}

"That's why I called. Listen, remember that thing you told me I could do?"

{Thing? What thing?}

Shirou's eye twitched. "You know, that promotion thing only I can do, I need your permission."

{Oh-OOOOHHH! Right that thing, I give you permission to promote, stall until we get there—}

"Yeah, about that." Shirou responded. "Don't come."

{What? Why?}

"Because I won't be here by then, bye!" Shirou then hung up the phone before she could reply.

"Soooo?" Freed said, not being able to hear much of the conversation, because of Shirou's quiet tone. "Any last words before we end this?"

"Just two." Shirou confirmed, before smirking. "Promotion: Knight!"

"What?!" Freed gasped. It might have been his imagination, but for a moment it appeared as though Shirou's body had glowed crimson.

"This is the end!" Shirou roared, then with a burst of speed, he appeared right in front of Freed and hit him with a strong uppercut to his chin, leaving him stun, at that moment Shirou then let loose a barrage of fast punches all over Freed's unguarded body, causing large amounts of damage in rapid succession. Freed tried to slash him with his Sword, but Shirou dodge making the Sword leave a small cut to his cheek. Shirou then used his speed to appear behind Freed. Freed turned his head half-way before Shirou unleashed a fierce right hook to Freed's face, sending him back through the air.

Freed was sent flying, but before he could land, Shirou appeared above him in the air and slammed his legs into Freed's stomach knocking hard onto the floor, the force of the attack even caused him to bounce a bit back in the air, while he bounced at that moment Shirou appeared behind him and kicked him again, this time it knocked him into the wall. Freed was slammed with his back against the wall and before he could react, Shirou appeared in front of him again and smashed his fist hard into Freed's stomach, cracking the wall behind him and causing Freed to cough up some blood. Shirou then kicked Freed's hand that was holding his sword of light, and with an audio crack his hand was broken and he dropped the Sword. Shirou finished it by grabbing Freed by the forehead and pinning him to the wall with his grip.

Shirou thought about the change to his speed, he thought the promotion would only give him a small increase in speed, but this was much more then he expected. "Fucking hell, this is amazing, I only meant have enough speed to get him outside, but now I've completely closed the gap, I think right now I'm as fast as I am without my weights on." Shirou's body felt completely weight-less it wasn't just an increase in speed that the promotion gave him. His body was now as light as air, allowing him to use his speed to it's fullest and his stamina had greatly increased allowing him to use his speed as long as he wanted. He felt like he could run around the world, and still not tire out.

"Sorry Freedy-boy but the only thing you had going for you was speed." Shirou said in a mocking tone. "And now without that advantage, I've literal got against the wall, in the palm of my hand."

Freed cough, finally understanding his situation.

"Well, I'm fucked."

"Right in the down-under." Shirou agreed.

He then let out a roar as he unleashed a barrage of punches with both his fists upon Freed without mercy. His punches were so fast this time, they were like a transparent blur and there was so much power behind them Freed almost felt as if his body was shattering, fortunately for him the wall shattered before he did, and Shirou continued his assault while punching Freed through a wall.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

And every other wall behind it.

Then once they were outside, Shirou hit Freed with one final punch, it was a strong body blow, that launches him in the air a few feet from the house and made him land hard on the ground, flat on his back.

"Aaauughh!" Freed groaned, never knowing pain like this, hoping beyond hope that it was over.

[BOOST!]

Sadly though it wasn't, he looked up to see Shirou in the air. Shirou's power had been boosted and he was planning to end this with a final blow. Freed could see him coming down right above him with his legs bent, knowing what that meant, he cringed.

"Oh Fu-AUGH!"

CCCRRRRRAAAACCCKKK!

Shirou landed on Freed with both his kneecaps slamming into Freed's stomach area. Freed cough out even more blood, and you could hear the deafening sound of bones cracking, Shirou could even feel some of Freed's ribs break under the weight of his attack. Freed then fell back and his body was motionless showing he was unconscious and finally defeated.

Shirou stood up and let out a long sigh. "Ah man, that… Was an ordeal."

"Shirou-san!" Asia hurried as quickly as she could through the holes in the walls created by Shirou attacks, trying to avoid getting the remains of her dress caught in the splinters. "Are you alright?"

"Wha?" He turned to Asia with a passive expression. "Oh yeah, I'm fine, and good news I took care of this nut-job."

Shirou gestured to the fallen Freed. Asia approached nervously. "Is he alive?"

"Not sure… But I don't really care enough to find out." Shirou answered.

Shirou yawned and stretched out his arms. Though he was a little sore, it wasn't anything he couldn't walk off.

"All in all, it could have been much worse." Shirou said. "And that fight was pretty interesting, not to mention it opened the door to a few questions and some ideas I want to try out."

Shirou then remembered something and took out his cell-phone.

"Hey Rias."

{…Shirou, good you're still okay, the others and I will be there soon!}

"Yeah here's the thing," Shirou said with an awkward tone. "It's already over."

{What?}

"The fight, it's already over, I won, the guy's beaten."

{What?! But how?!} Rias asked in disbelieve.

"I'll explain later." Shirou was then done talking to her.

{Wait I—} Rias was cut off as the phone hung up.

"Well then, that takes care of that. Anyway, I should get out of here before any other, unforeseen problem shows up." He then turned to Asia. "So then, you coming?"

"Huh?"

"Well I can't just leave you here with Freed, and you yourself said you couldn't stand how the Fallen Angels did things anymore." Shirou noted. "So since you basically quit your job, why not came with me." Shirou extended his hand. "You'll have more freedom."

"Um…" Asia now better comprehending Shirou offer, reached out and took his hand. "Um… I-I'm very grateful, Shirou-san, thank you for saving me, and for everything else."

"Well, it wasn't the worst thing I could have done. Besides you were pretty gutsy back there standing up to Freed." Shirou praised. "I didn't think you had it in ya, I was right you are better than the usual."

Asia not used to being praised, nor expecting it blushed and looked away. "Oh, I-I ah… Thank you."

"Now then." Shirou removed his blazer and handed it to Asia. "Put this on."

Asia stared at it with confusion, not knowing why he gave it to her. Shirou noticing her predicament remember her air-headedness and clarifies.

"Well you can't go around wearing a torn-up dress, so use this to cover yourself."

Asia then looks down and remember her current lack of modestly. After blushing more fiercely than before she quickly takes the blazer and wraps it around herself.

"Alright let's go." Shirou then began to walk away.

"O-Oh…R-Right…" Asia then followed him, though she was reluctant to go with someone who was almost a complete stranger to her, and even though he was a Devil, he had already proven himself ten times kinder and trustworthy the most of the people she currently worked with. Truthfully Asia felt it was much safer and would be much nicer to stay with Shirou right now, and something inside told her, things would work out.

And so, the unlikely duo of a Devil and a nun made their way to the Tsukiharu residence…

Present

"…And that's basically how we got here."

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Mika clapped her hands, staring in wonder at her older Brother. "I like how you started the story by the front door but ended it here at the dining room table."

Over the course of the story, Shirou had finally made Mika allow his and Asia's entrance into the house.

"And so now, I need to keep a 24/7 watch around the house to be prepared for if and when those Fallen assholes try and attack." Shirou adding in conclusion, leaning back into his chair. "I'm gonna be needing a lot of red bull for tonight, so if I seem tired, don't approach me because I might be on edge." He then looks to Asia. "Now for you."

"H-Huh?"

"Let's set some ground rules." Shirou said. "You can stay here for free obviously and you can use the guest room, but I want you to learn how to at least cook, or clean, or anything that can help out around the house while you're here."

"U…Ummm…"

"Okay, now get some sleep."

"Shirou-san?"

"Hmmm?" Shirou raised a brow at Asia, while she was shifting awkwardly in her seat. She looked like she wanted to say something. "What? Got a question?"

Asia turned her gaze downward. "W-Why did you bring me here…?"

Shirou raised a brow. "Didn't I already answer that before?"

"W-Well, yes…but…" Asia mumbled nervously.

"I don't get why you're worried about that." Shirou said as he stood up. "It's not like you could have gone back anyways."

"I understand that, but." Asia mumbled, putting her hands on her lap. "But there was no reason for you to bring me with you. You risked the Fallen Angels hunting you down to bring me to safety and I don't know why… You saved me from Freed and I'm truly grateful for that, but I don't want you to have to put yourself in even more risk by harboring me."

Shirou just looked at her with a passive expression, he then looked away and let out a sigh.

"I know you think you're worried about me, but I think you're underestimating me." Shirou told her. "The reason I'm not worried about bringing you back here is because I don't fear the Fallen Angels, In fact, I believe I can beat them, and the reason I brought you here at all is because if I didn't they would have found you in an instant."

Asia was surprised, but then thought for a moment. She realized Shirou was right considering her lack of understanding of the outside world and the fact that her foreign features make her stand out anywhere in town, there's also the problem that she knows no one here and thus has nowhere to go. All those reasons made her realize, if Shirou hadn't taken her in, she'd probably be back with the Fallen Angels by now.

"Get it now?" Shirou asked. "That's why I decided I would save you from that mess, but if all I did was beat up that one guy and leave you to be taken back by the rest, then they'd just fix him back up and you'd be in the exact same situation as before, that's not saving you at all, that's just empty words while running away when it stops being easy, and a man always keeps his word."

"It's true." Mika chipped in, munching on a cookie. "He follows that quote religiously, sometimes it even puts him in danger, but luckily for you, it works out in this case."

Shirou shot her an annoyed look. "I can do without your comments." Then back to Asia. "Anyway, you can stay until this is over, now if you'll excuse me."

Shirou moved to stand up from his seat, but when he put pressure on his right arm, he felt extreme pain.

"Auuggghhh…Fuck…" Shirou groaned, clenching his arm. "Ah my arm, it doesn't feel right and..." Shirou then sniffs then air around him. "Hey, does anybody else smell smoke?"

"It's probably just your cigarettes Brobot." Mika said casually.

"No, it feels like it's coming from my arm."

"Oh relax Brogeta." Mika waived. "Your arm is not…" She paused, staring in surprise. "Oh crap, it actually IS smoking."

Sure enough, a trail of smoke was rising from out of the bleeding hole in Shirou's arm, the burning sensation he had endured previously was beginning to feel more intense.

"What is this…?" Shirou asked now feeling some dread.

"It's light poisoning!" Asia gasped immediately rushing to Shirou's side and checking the state of his arm. "You were poisoned when Father Freed shot your right arm, his gun used bullets of light!"

"Huh weird, you'd think I'd noticed that by now." Shirou responded, he then winced in pain as he rolled up his sleeve. "Alright, let's see the damag- OH HELL, seriously how did I not notice that!" Shirou took a look a the state of his biceps, needless to say...It wasn't a pleasant sight.

It wasn't something you could explain in detail, but it was burnt, smouldering, and severely cracked on the skin, it was as if his bicep had been hit by acid.

"That's so…. Cooooool!" Mika said with awed eyes.

"NO! Not cool, this is my arm!" Shirou snapped. "Or it used to be!" The section of flesh that was once his arm was utterly revolting! And it had a weird smell coming from it too.

If Shirou's pain threshold wasn't as strong as it is now, he may very well have been screaming his ears off by now.

"Please, hold still!" Asia commanded in a surprisingly forceful tone, extending her hands towards Shirou's arm. "This will only take a moment." She began to focus, and a green aura was emanating from her hands and covering his injury.

Sure enough, the pain began to subside. The bleeding ceased and the burnt flesh around his bicep slowly repaired itself. After what had been at most several seconds, his arm was good as new, in the exact same condition it had been before the battle with Freed, the only thing left behind was the torn fabric.

"Oh right, Sacred Gear." Shirou commented.

"It should be fine now." Asia said with a smile. "You only sustained minor injuries like this one in the battle, so the light poisoning wasn't major enough that I couldn't heal it." She then raised her hands again. "If you'd like, I could heal the rest of your injuries."

Mika stared at Shirou, clearly needing an explanation.

"She's got a Sacred Gear too." Shirou explained. "But her one heals people."

Mika eyed Asia with a new-found wonder. "Cool, now you've got a White Mage, which is a good thing since now you don't have to worry about almost killing yourself when fighting in bad conditions."

"What?! When have I ever done that?!" Shirou asked insulted.

"Don't make me have a flashback." Mika said with half-lidded eyes.

Shirou sighed. "Whatever, It's been a long day and I'm understandably not in the mood for an argument." Shirou looks to Asia. "Asia, go upstairs and find yourself something new to wear." Shirou then looked to Mika. "Mika, you've been up long enough, you go to bed."

Mika extended her hands, waving them, her intentions clear. "Carry me."

For a moment, it appeared to Asia as though Shirou would protest, only for him to just smile at her. "Okay then." He then walked around the dining room table and went over to his Sister, He then held on to her hands and lifted her up in his arms. "Lets go."

"Yaaaaaaaay!" Mika cheered, wrapping her arms around Shirou as if she was hugging him. "Now take me to my room!"

From previous experience with Shirou's personality, Asia would have thought he'd be irritated or annoyed at being ordered around. Asia knew he was honorable when it came to helping those weaker than him and that he was capable of extending mercy, but most of the time he just seemed bitter about the world and she didn't know if that extended to his family.

That didn't happen.

Instead, it was a shocking sight.

-There was a warm smile on his face.

He was looking at where he was going so he wasn't facing his Sister, but Asia was sure Mika could see it, just like she could.

"Yes I know." Shirou said in a surprisingly gentle tone. "Whatever you want."

The warmth that he radiated was a sparkly difference from his previous behavior. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was sudden.

As Shirou carried his Sister upstairs, Asia stood up from her seat and began to head upstairs as well, as she thought back to his smile, it made her smile to.

In her heart, she now had no doubt at all.

She was glad she came with him.

That's the chapter. And as you can see the fight with Freed was different to ones previously, Shirou is someone who is really talented when it comes to fighting, one could even call him a genius, and because of that, his strength increases at a fast rate the more fights he's in and the longer the fight goes on.

In a sense, he's pretty similar in that regard to Garou from One Punch Man. For those of you who don't know Garou look it up so you can understand. Anyway, that's why he was able to wreck Freed so easily after promotion. See he surpassed Freed in power, strength, durability, and skill. The only things reed had over him was speed and environment, without those, he literally had Freed right where he wanted him, and once again demonstrated his brutal fighting style. See once he gained the speed advantage he kept attacking without giving him a chance to defend, he dealt huge damage repeatedly until his opponent was down.

Anyways thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, if you want more then leave a review, if you liked the story click the follow/favorite, and as always have an awesome day.