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The two took their sight away from the boy on the ground. There, in the woods towards the occult club, pairs of varied eye colors returned a predatory gaze. There were brown, amber and even gold eyes in the mix, all under cover of shadows.
"Wha- what is that?" The girl who held the Ultra was confused and worried, for the amount of snarls thrown was felt through her devil skin.
"A summon? But there's so many!" The other cried. Tristan, finally given breathing room, turned to the trees, specifically the shadows that they cast, and into the wolf pack's several eyes. All of them paid him no attention, instead kept their heavy gaze on the two devils, however, there was one pair of deep blue eyes that returned his sight.
With a howl they leaped from the darkness, and quicker than any other wolf, the collective used their strong legs to stride towards the two girls. The devils held fast, ready or not the wolves never slowed.
The first wolf, one of a majestic silver coat of fur, and aged golden eyes slid under a slow swing of the ultra great sword, ignoring her something else. The other devil was taken of guard by the fact that her comrade let one pass through, and swung her wooden staff in momentary panic. Once again the elder wolf ignored her swing and instead lowered it's jaw toward the sword that lay dormant on the ground beside Tristan.
With the sword-wielding devil, she was constantly attacked with superior speed, whenever she would swing her sword at one, another would come from nowhere, seemingly intent on breaking her form.
"Eargh!" She was finally caught off guard when she finally hit one, she looked behind her, to see the retreating wolf, and the blood dripping from her leg. In reaction to her panic, three of the prowling wolves leaped on her at once, instantly tipping her over into the crowd of teeth that awaited.
With a shriek, she was warped away.
The final devil was surrounded on all sides, each time she turned around, they would get closer, and there seemed to be no end to their aggression. Seeing what happened to her friend, she swung her pole into the crowd, into a larger one's side, no reaction, save for the tug on her stick.
"Huh?" The next thing she knew was that her staff was in the slathering jaws of the one she had hit. They stopped at a certain distance, eventually there was a slight parting in the circle.
The first aggressor, the one that reached them first appeared, it lumbered slowly towards her. In it's growling jaws, was the sword Tristan wields.
Quickly realizing her doom, she turned backwards. A wall of wolf, she turned again back to the leader, now within the circle. It lunged at her, an unarmed devil, but a devil no less. She attempted a measly punch, easily dodged by the superior speed it possessed, she was slashed with the blade, which held a surprisingly large amount of force. She reeled backwards, her foot placed to support her. She winced when her leg was sliced by the wolf and the sword, she turned to face the leader, but only saw grey as she as the wolf flew past her, slicing her body with the sword. The devil was knocked backwards, somehow regaining some form when she lifted her body slightly off the ground. She was brought back to the ground when when the leader reared on his hind legs and pierced her entirety with the sword.
"You...why are you here?" Tristan turned his head towards a small wolf, a youngling, judging from the blue eyes, while sitting safely in the pack . She stared him down until he relented.
"...Thank you. They would have had me, if not for you and your friends." He referenced the small pack around him. "Shall we go?" When he asked that, Golden-eyes pawed his side .
"Oh...thank you as well." Tristan received his sword from the leader, daring to ruffle the fur only for a little before it turned away towards it's group. When it turned completely, the young-ling stood as well.
"You're leaving as well, Eria?" The little pup turned with a fierce look, instantly she continued towards the majority of the group.
Somehow, someway, the group of wolves were stood on a teleport circle. It shined a brilliant yellow, silver spots under most of the paws. When the circle flared, Golden-eyes shot a look at him before completely disappearing along with most of the wolves, three remained and took their places beside the squire. He patted one on the head, she playfully nuzzled herself into the hand, while another poked his backside with her nose. The last one sat on it's rump, awaiting the moment that they would attack.
"Thank you, as well for helping me." He gripped his battle items, sword in the usual right, talisman on the belt and the knight's shield in the left. With a glance towards the sky, he confirmed that the flier devil was gone, surely she would have taken a chance at destroying him while he was distracted.
Finally he stood, the two wolves next to him followed, while the third instantly rose from the grass. "Let us leave now." a low bark came from next to him.
A squire had divine justice to deliver.
"You smell something?" Two of the grey wolves sniffed at the ground. A short while later, they joined the third in growling at the distance, where they had smelled and heard a fight in the happening.
They bolted past a corner, Tristan in tow, with his sword and shield, which he gripped tightly.
A searing pain fell through his sword-hand, he shifted the sword in order to inspect the cause.
He stopped completely, and the wolves turned in question, well two of them did, the last one gazed at the path they were to follow to find the combatants.
"Sorry, it's nothing. Let's continue." When Tristan took another look at his sword hand, he noticed that it was scarred, with sharp, jagged streaks running across it.
His punishment for wielding the lightning spear in an early stage of knighthood, however commendable his faith was.
Ignoring the searing, he held the grip of the sword tightly, ready for an encounter. He continued to run with the wolves, the two who turned to him barked happily at their comrades' recovery. The third already knew he was coming, and ran when they caught up.
They turned at the corner of a building to the left. They were blasted by the wind caused by a destructive spell. They were slowed for a moment when the wave passed by them. The wolves barked at him briefly, urging him on wards at a faster pace. The company ran towards the sounds of a spell-battle, with an occasional female shout in the mix.
When the sounds of battle was loudest, they all turned their eyes to the sky, eventually ending at the roof of a building they could not see past. One looked at him questioningly.
"Yes, I can climb that, what about you three?" He answered the obvious question, filling the scabbard in his side with the basic sword, stuffed the talisman into a pocket he knew would not fail him, and raised the shield up onto his back.
A building, several ledges to grab onto, easy climb. A wolf?
Sure enough one of them was already climbing up with grace no animal should have. When he turned his head towards where the other ones were, there was only one crouched and ready to jump, the other was already running up to the wall.
He snickered slightly with mirth. Such versatile creatures.
But why was Eria with them?
Stifling the thought, Tristan placed a hand on the ledge of a low window, and another on a grip half-way up the window. He pulled upwards quickly, feeling the instant, yet short rush of air.
An outcropping of bricks, met the hand of a climbing squire, and was pushed down, Tristan continued climbing.
It was the next window he passed when a flash of grey bolted past him. Thinking a moment, he came to the conclusion that the first to successfully scale the building would claim a non-existent smattering of honor, and the last would be branded a loser who did not even know the legendary teachings of 'Gitius Goodicus' from the revered, ancient being named 'Giantdad', he was known for slaying his opponents with a god like ultra-greatsword. To this day, only a part of the Zweihander was found, with engravements of "BASS CANNON" on each side of the shard.
The thought of sullying his sister's teaching spurred him on wards, a slight burst of speed allowed him the sight of a wolf that leaped from a window to another in a movement resembling a true assassin. With a small frown at the lost battle, he lost the momentum, and continued up the wall, reaching for the ledge of a familiar window.
The wolf reached the summit and it disappeared from his sight, to join the others.
After several grunts of strength, the summit was reached. He bore witness to a filthy battle.
Riser had called his remaining members back to 'home ground', ultimately luring team Rias', into his fort, even the king was here, intent to fight for her freedom.
But Rias' Rook never promoted. She was batted by a skimpy knight-looking woman. She dragged her foot into the roof, forcing specs of rubble into the air. She turned towards him, apparently recognizing him as an ally, before she was distracted in shock at the wolves that bared fangs. She allowed her opponent an easy hit.
Her ally, the knight Kiba had fended her off, and brought Koneko into the imminent battle. There were four of Rias' team, minus Tristan. The king, the queen, the knight, and the rook themselves stood against the might of of Riser Phenex, and five of his peerage members.
True filth.
Justice must be delivered, by lightning or fire. It would be handed with force.
The wolves growled quietly, and Tristan held the holy talisman above the now revealed sword. The entire sword transformed from a dull grey of sharpened steel, into a holy sword, with the faith of Lordran screeching around the metal. The shield was taken from his back, it's iron weight felt like a mantra to wield, it kept him safe from incoming blows, yet could not hold as strongly against anything other than physical attacks, fire or lightning for example.
The howling wolves attracted the attention of the entire battlefield, and their devil eyes landed on his holy blade, wreathed in lightning.
"At once now, would you?" Tristan asked the three who accompanied him here. As if answering for all, a single untamed bark burst from a wolf.
Following an order from her king, a rook with strands of red in her hair booked towards their small contingent, urging a move from them in return.
The four of them moved at once, wolves with their hazy speed, now that the chances of wolf bashing into wolf was lowered to non-existent status, surrounded and confused the devil. She would turn in the direction of a whistling in the air, the telltale signs of an animal's breathing, only to be slashed by sharp claws on her backside.
Thinking she had finally found a wolf vulnerable to a painful punch, she was met instead by the lowered eyes of an angered squire.
With a gasp she felt the burn of his lightning, and grabbed his wrists pre-emptively, hoping that her allies would assist her in some way. Yet as several instants had passed, she found herself without help. Tristan witnessed two of his animal allies leap towards her, jaws wide in anticipation of their first true 'feeding'.
With a look of despair the devil's legs were caught within rows of razor-teeth, her grip on him weakened, and the holy blade was thrust into her. As her hands fell in defeat, so did her belief in members of the peerage.
'When allied together, a threat they display.'
'Divide them with doubt it will all wash away.'
The devil was warped away, the holy blade became free from her devil flesh, and the wolves who fed shivered in an emotion no one was able to immediately understand. The other one who didn't bite returned to them, feeling safer when closer together.
As a unit, the four moved closer into the next opponent, the devil who had pushed back Rias' rook. She turned from Kiba, having already engaged in a fight with him.
But a voice filled with nobility, and the opposing king himself appeared directly in front of him. Obviously eliminating an imposing threat was his goal.
"I think that you need to be put back in your place." The king sneered, then brought his hands up. He already knew what the devil was planning, with a dodge, he escaped a dark projectile that sped from a small magical circle.
After the sidestep, he issued a request to his grey allies.
"Go to them, if you would, be sure not to get hit." The wolves, with their enhanced hearing picked up on the apparent whisper, as well as who 'them' was. They scattered to the devils of team Rias'.
"Giving up already are you? Very well, on your knees, scum." The walking filth scoffed, pointing to the ground expectantly. The squire dropped his shield, revealing his dark secret to whoever caught sight of his off-hand. It meant little to the devils now, but if this secret was revealed in Lordran, the feared Smough would execute him publicly, ordered by the lord of sunlight himself.
The blessed sword remained. In place of the knight's shield, a seemingly harmless open palm remained.
The air around it began to ripple.
Yes, the only way to extinguish the flames of a Phenex.