Hey, soz for the lack of update. Felt quite sick, again. But here we are, with a new chapter right?
I do not own the dark souls series or the dark souls franchise, just like 'em.
"So this is who you ask for help? It looks so puny." Riser said, from behind his wall of women.
"I am sure that he is enough to defeat you and your peerage, Riser." Rias said, and Riser bellowed. "Haha, you've already sealed your defeat...come now, you have a rating game to lose..." Riser and his wall of women disappeared with a flash of light.
Rias and her peerage remained silent, doubtful that Tristan could help in their victory, and perhaps the final encounter with Riser.
"Well, Rias, isn't it time we left? We can't keep him waiting..." Akeno said. Before anyone else in the room could say anything.
"...Yes, of course, let's go." She waved her hand, her whole peerage disappeared with a red circle, transporting them to the school.
"Tristan, are you sure you want to take point? It seems the most dangerous, and you are important if we are to win the game." Kiba asked, unsure of his skills.
"If the legends of the kingdom are true, then his abilities should prove useful." Akeno spoke up, on his behalf apparently. She had seen what Rias was so scared of as a child. Raining lightning, dragon tamer's, all from the elusive kingdom of Lordran. Devils changing form into smoldering ashes, the lightning storm that nearly destroyed the devil kingdom, this young boy was from that same legendary land.
"I really hope so, it would be terrible if we had lost this match" Kiba worriedly said, apparently having not seen the few visions the devils kept of the forces of Lordran.
While they had their own conversation, Tristan grasped the scabbard of a simple long-sword (Straightsword) within his hand, on his other, was a holy talisman used to channel faith in the from of miracles. He was a simple squire, as such he had not grown powerful enough to channel faith with his hands.
Before long a bell rung (I cant really remember how it started, but thats how it goes in this fic), to signify the beginning of the match.
Most of Rias' peerage scattered to the winds, but Tristan did not care, he was to distract the enemy by taking the central route, all the way to the enemies' fortress. So it was that the fire of a Phenex would become smoldering ash.
Tristan stood from where he sat, a mat of sorts. Stole a glance at Rias, then to the front, where the enemy king would be culled by holy faith. He walked away from the base, a large clearing behind the school, and into a backdoor that lead to the large gym.
"Nel...it looks like we have an opponent, shall we go and slice him down?" A girl with green hair questioned her twin.
"Of course, Lle, it's just him after all..." The two giggled and revved their chainsaws in preparation for the scuffle.
A young man gripped a bright blue, sparkling sword, wreathed in lightning. Both fueled by holy faith. In the left was a lowly knight's shield, sturdy, durable and light-weight, a gift for reaching the age of sixteen.
The twins reached him in little time, one held her saw over the head, while another held hers to the side, preparing a crushing blow.
This fight was their first time experiencing the power of holy faith, Lle's overhead smash was stopped with an outright thrust of the holy sword right through her sports shirt, the blessed effects burned her insides and the lightning numbed her body.
Nel caught her twin's face twist in pain, and swung the revved weapon horizontally together with her whole body, it was met with a lucky swing of the shield in his left. The most horrifying sound to any victim of the skill, then the bright, searing pain filled her as the holy longsword was thrust into Nel's torso. She fell to her knees from the effects of the holy blade, and Tristan moved the sword to his side, in order to slice them both.
They were swatted backwards, bodies writhing in pain, before they were warped away from the game as the first casualties.
The squire reveled in the victory momentarily, before a door was blasted open. From the door, emerged a wooden staff, then a girl with with blue hair wrapped in a peculiar style, too strange to willingly describe, wearing an eastern outfit of red haori with white insides reaching to her thighs, and nothing else, save for the nigh-invisible bands that hold the hair. She sighted him, noticed the lack of peer members after, and retreated through the door like it was an accident.
He hurried after her, with intent to destroy as many devils as he could, in hopes that the leader would be lured out to battle. Then he would use his secret, kept from any in Lordran, even to his sister.
He was washed with nighttime as he exited the building, coming across a track course of sorts, with the big zero on on the floor that people run across. There was a battle of sorts, one with a lightning, but a heretical kind, the kind that devils twist into their own power. Sure enough, there were two floating, gliding in the area above the zero, each launching a magical spell at the other. After seeing and identifying the enemy devil flier, Tristan was already making for the ground below Riser's devil, a talisman clutched in his left, with the shield now on his back. He leaped over a crater where a stray spell landed, however small it was, it left him distracted for a moment, enough for another pair of twins to appear.
He was tackled sideways by another of Riser's devil's, and dropped his sword on the floor in surprise, leaving only the shield on his back and the holy talisman in his left, which he instinctively clutched.
"Nyaa! I've got you!" He caught sight of another devil, red hair and the ears of a feline creature. She held him down by pressing her arms to his neck, grinning victouriously, while her twin leaped from behind her. After seeing the devil with red hair appear behind her Tristan hurriedly used the clearing miracle. Thankfully the cast time was almost instant, it threw the cat-girl on him backwards into the air, into her twin, they both landed only a few feet away. As if the universe was paying back a favor of the lucky parry from earlier, the twins landed on his sword.
"Oh, you dropped this-nya!" The red twin said, she picked up the weapon, and threw the light sword away over to the other side of the track, it faded from a holy blue to the dull silver it once was, and the lightning disappeared. Causing the squire to grimace, he was in a corner of sorts, without his sword, only with the talisman and shield to use. He could still fight, if he was to be bested by devils, then he had no business becoming an honorable silver knight. But what does a knight of Gwyn become when the sword is taken?
They remain a faithful knight, and will use the last dregs of their power to achieve victory for their lord of sunlight.
So, with a change of situation, Tristan gave the talisman to his right, and pulled the shield from his back with his left.
There was a new development with the use of miracles in Lordran, it allowed those who were bereft of their steel blades to fight with their direct faith. Those who were able to use lightning in this way were considered more dangerous without their swords, or dragonslayer greatbows, for prolonged combat with lightning instead of a physical blade demonstrated commendable faith. Those who could command faith in this way were celebrated by the lord of sunlight himself, and gifted teachings of his all-mighty sunlight spear to aid in their fight against the devils should the ceasefire come to an abrupt end.
Of course, that power was far down the track for Tristan, unless it wasn't.
With a swing of the talisman, a yellow streak came to life, it was long, the size of a spear, and crackled with holy intensity. Warily, Tristan ambled towards them, they pounced at him, eager to defeat an enemy. The gloved fists were blocked by the knight's shield, when one circled around him, Tristan turned around and swung the crackling lightning spear at the blue twin, it phased through her, but she to the floor, clutching her chest.
"It...it burns, Li...help me Li..." Ni whimpered. She fell to the grassy ground, and was warped away.
The remaining twin backed away with an worried face. The spear still crackled, the shield was now placed on his back. Tristan dashed at her with a low form, the spear's tip was outwards and ready for contact. She jumped to the right, but at first signs of her movement, the squire spun his entire body to for the spear to phase through her entire body. The way a champion would have done. She stopped moving and fell to the floor in an embarrassing display. Li, with her feline ears picked up whispered words of power.
'GITGUDSCRUB'
"...You...are lucky I like animals..." Tristan swung the spear overhead into her, she was warped away as well.
The spear dissipated with a sizzle, and he collected his sword. But as he was bending over, he remembered that there was another fight happening before meeting the cat-twins. In sudden realization, he discovered that the spell caster-devil from earlier had defeated the devil from his side and was now preparing a spell, in the hopes he would not notice.
He quickly turned back to the sword, now with a simple, dull metal blade, bereft of holy blessings, and picked it up. The devil cast her spell with outreached arms, it was a ball of packed devil energy. Tristan evaded it by running, it was unguided thankfully. Even if he had evaded the attack, he was struck by another.
It seems that interruptions were the theme of the day, for him at least. He held onto his items though.
Tristan landed with a low ruffling from the grass inside of the zero. When he finally gained his bearings, he barely had enough time to avoid the blade of a large ultra great sword. Tristan back-stepped with the sword, and saw a devil dressed in some sort of knight's cloth. Her hair was tied strangely, with several distinct bundles of black hair. Tristan reached for his battle items.
He was struck from behind by a staff of some sort, it caused him to clutch his chest in pain, a feeling he had forgotten, and grit his teeth. Turning around to see the aggressor, he saw the girl with the strange hairstyle, the one with the wooden staff from the blasted door incident, she was grinning victoriously. He was knocked down by the foot of the girl with the ultra great sword, he now lay flat on the grass, at the mercy of the two.
"We win." One of them said, but was drowned out by a far-off sound.
The sound of howling, of wolves on the prowl for blood perhaps.
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