For those that didnt know, wolf refers to one wolf.
Wolves refer to several.
'Murder is coming, the end drawing near, you'll regret your deeds.'
Within the confines of the off-hand. A flame was birthed.
"What? You dare disgust me with that tiny fire? Just who do you think you are!? Get on the floor and start worshiping me like the scum that you are!" The filth raised his voice, and pointed to the ground once more.
Obviously removing the filth of existence from the universe was an important thing. Very important.
But what few relish is the struggle that the filth attempt, in order to escape their fate.
Our lad quickly burst back forward, with the flame changing shape from a little fire to a combustion flame.
Black in color, and nature.
Riser cemented in place with the sun-like pull that came from the fire. Not even moving, from the toxic effect the black fire had.
'How does it feel? Knowing your efforts will fail?.' Such a sweet voice.
'All that you've built will be torn down, the hope of your people assailed.' She sang
A stretch of dark flame licked his outstretched hand. His eyes widened when he felt unending hatred violate him. Riser felt like he was being pulled slowly inside-out.
The hand clutched his face, covered his eyes and invaded his soul. The devil-filth desperately clawed at the darkness, with a push of his hand, Riser quickly fell backwards on his behind, with the iris' faded into white, like the rest of his eyes.
With wide, excited eyes and a terrible look of insanity on his face, the squire reached his shield hand to the flame, seeking to stifle it's power from existence.
The summoning of a spell alerted him towards the enemy queen, desperation in her form. With a scream, she fired a narrow, bolting, powerful dark spell at him.
Her mistake.
With a sick grin, the fire dispersed, Tristan held Riser by the throat with his off hand, and clutched his waist with his other, the holy sword temporarily lay down on the angled rooftop. Only an instant, until the dark spell reached an unintended target, The body was kicked into the spell, the scream was most enjoyable. Purely because it equated to the deliverance of justice, of course.
"Strength will not bring victory."
The dark flame returned, seeking the fire after it's taste. Tristan landed on his knees slowly, balanced himself on the sword-hand placed beside Riser's seemingly unconscious face. His entire body lunged and lowered, the dark fire spread around his face.
"The shining light will sink in darkness, victory for hate incarnate, misery and pain for all..." She sang.
It could not however fill the entirety of filth, no. The devil was warped away, darkness too much for him. Yet the game did not end. However with the king felled, a spell was robbed of it's source of power.
If the remaining forces could wipe out the enemy's king, the game would end with a draw, and be rescheduled for another time. But the chances of that occurring are abysmal, Koneko the rook had promoted for Kiba's speed.
The wolves were watching the encounter with their steely eyes, and were at the squire's side in an instant. Tristan's dark fire retreated from existence, into his heart. Now instead of a hand of dark flame, the knight's shield was retrieved, with a duty to protect with it's iron mantra. He was no dragonslayer, not a knight of Gwyn, nor an executioner for that matter, but there was no need for something of such high rank to bother with these devils.
The wolves guarded the squire from an aggressor, one with dark hair adorned by white accessories. Her fists and legs would light up in fire when she attacked. But being limited towards a human frame had it's weakness, especially against the likes of nimble myth-wolves.
Her flame fists strayed from her targets, small wolves that formed blobs of grey when they moved, slowing only to operate together. Xuelan was scratched deeply, she turned to the direction. Her legs were enclosed with feral fangs, and her arm was violated with the clenched jaw of a grey myth-wolf.
"Follow them, share in their legend." Old Wolf ordered.
Xuelan attempted to trudge away from the hold, the wolf that held her arm in it's jaws would disengage, only to return to the arm. When she heard the crackling lightning, she turned her head backwards, twitching as she did.
The holy blade, completely rebuffed glows blue with sparks of white falling around it, and is enshrouded by lightning. En-flamed by holy-ness, she was forced to warp away, leaving the wolf to flop to the roof. The three wolves all-together shivered after their feeding. He turned to the devil in the sky, ready to hurl spears of lightning, even if they were only the most tame form, it was the only ranged weapon he could use. Besides, faith manifested as lightning was known to turn devils to ash in the great war, though that case only happened when a devil became victim to the lord of sunlight himself.
The spell-queen was smashed with a bomb spell, and became the centre of a dark sphere. Yubullena became too distracted by the holy blade, and the scream of her ally, it caused her downfall, loss by doomball. Pain.
Returning the talisman to his belt, he saw that the enemy knight, the one who had pushed Koneko backwards was pitted against her again. Their speeds matched, the only reason she had been defeated was the fact that she was then forced to fight against Kiba, while avoiding quick spells by the queen of team Rias'. Who had just finished cleaning up with yet another skimpy devil, of which her appearances faded with the warp to defeat-land, a place that existed within the mind, where losers wallowed at their inability to 'GITGUDCASUL'.
'Save your guardians, they will fail. Legends and heroes will crumble and fall, you will not prevail.'
'Send your fighters, one and all. Then in battle, watch. Them. Fall.'
With a relaxed sigh, the devils of team Rias relaxed, having defeated the rest of Riser's peerage prior to this last battle. The wolves, still with blood on their mouths, stretched outwards, front to the roof, rump in the relatively low air. Save for one who had just lay down with her belly towards the squire. The tail swings with excitement when the fur was ruffled.
"It seems that your services end here. Once again, thank you for helping us, Tristan." Akeno was behind him, watching the scene with muffled, momentary laughter, in the form of 'fufu'.
He grunted in acknowledgement.
"Wow, remind me not to get in a fight with you, Tristan." Kiba came by, in an attempt to thank him, reaching for a patting while doing so. The wolf reared.
'Not worthy of me!' She thought.
Kiba retracted slightly, then regained his smile. Koneko said nothing as usual. The king herself had was already here.
"Indeed, thank you for your efforts, we were caught in a bad time when Riser challenged us, now, should you ask, the house of Gremory would gladly gift you anything within their power."
Yet he remained silent to those who basked in warm 'sunlight'. His form of identifying those who were surrounded by his dreams. Un-achievable, out of reach.
They were all inside of a warp circle.
Then they appeared at their occult club, outside the main doors. It was noon somehow.
Realizing this, the squire receded from the heaving animal, which sat up honorably.
With a small up-turning of the lips, he whispered his farewell to the three wolves, as well as his thanks for the great conquest they had.
Perhaps they were affiliated with the warriors of sunlight, then again, the chances were abysmal.
Forming the traditional honorable farewell, the squire lowered form, returned by the peerage members. A wolf pawed her glum farewells. Another sat with her paw raised in salutation to her head. The final one rested his eyes at him, sitting patiently. When Tristan turned away, they disappeared with a yellow circle, alleviating Koneko of primal fear.
HERE
"IS THAT MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER I SEE WALKING OVER HERE!? IT IS!" The big older man yelled. the European shop was just about to close up, but they owners hadn't seen their favorite customer yet, today was one of his days, after all.
"Bonjour, Turis-taan." The daughter greeted with a kind wave, which he returned with a small opening of the hand, his way of greeting. She was fairly new to the English language, so her accent often had its way with her speech.
It was a welcome change to the way speech was conducted locally, though.
"Hold on! I have your order!" The European man and his trader's mustache (From Fable 1) disappeared with a turn. The plump foreigner had a rusty voice, yet sounded like a grandfather, in a way.
"How have you been, ami?" (Friend in French) She questioned, believing he was her friend.
"I...am okay." He answered. He didn't mind letting her think that, it brought peace to her heart, and she most definetely needed it, what with being in a new land and all, comfort from a 'friend' was quite hard to find.
The brunette eye-smiled, one eye hid behind a long bundle of hair, she wiped her hands on the smock, and turned to join her father. Only a moment later, the plump grandpa appeared again, with a happy smile.
"You're always welcome here, come again!" He waved goodbye to his retreating back, with his school suitcase, and the steaming foam container in his hand.
The man's accent was different from the daughter's.
"Oh, I've been waiting for you!" Irina had waited outside his apartment door, for quite a while, yet kept patient.
"About to go on a rating game are you! I heard from Kiba himself it was happening this day!" She shone with friendly-ness. Tristan felt it was the universe's way of punishing him for whatever reason, by showing something he will never have.
With the creak of the door, he turned his head repeatedly. "Just finished."
"AAOGH! Why didn't you tell me!? Aren't we supposed to be friends!?" He filled with pain at that word. Truly the universe was punishing his existence, by tantalizing him with Irina, the angel.
She feigned despair with a hand to her heart, and another wiped a fake tear. Unnoticed by the squire, who decided to turn away from the despair she brought with her. He wouldn't say it though, that he didn't like her, that usually gets bad reactions, that left him feeling emptier for some strange reason.
E, D. G
She entered behind him, pretending to be ninja, with her hands outstretched slightly, mimicking the classical ninja.
Tristan was truly worried, it really felt like Eria would leave him, she was with a new wolf pack, so he thought.
His inwards pain was put to rest when he saw the expectant wolf sit expectantly, looking expectantly at the container in Tristan's right. However when he began to lower obediently, the container was unceremoniously dropped to the entrance floor.
"Come on! Why can't you just be like me! You're not getting away until-" Irina wrapped her arms around his head, forcing him to the floor with her, and rolled repeatedly. Her breasts kept touching against the back of his head, instilling even more despair into his soul.
E, D. G
"Aghk! No way! Your dog can listen to commands!?" Irina released him from her clutches when Eria chomped and clawed at her back, a feeble attempt due to the cloth that guarded her. "Down, boy." She pointed down at the wolf.
'Does she even know who I am!? I'll show you!' Eria growled and leaped onto her leg, jaws open.
"Whoa there, hehe! Well, then Tristan, it's been fun, but I've got to leave for now." She proudly put her hands on her hips after skipping around Eria. "Don't cry for me when I'm gone now! Haha!" Irina laughed and closed the door, leaving the owners to themselves.
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