Siris charged at all three of them, holding the huge weapon to her side ready to strike flesh. Tristan pulled his hands away from each other, now unable to channel the spell.
Massive steel was brought over head, right into the waiting shield of a squire who tests his luck. Iron was struck by her steel, and weaved away in a prosperous parry. Her arm followed her blade, and her arms screamed in pain as she tried to bring it around.
Instantly his guard was upon her.
Her balance was shifted, the hilt fell out of reach when the feel of soft pads and sharp claws barreled her over, Siris instinctively closed her eyes, the sound of crackling became the last thing she remembered from her senses.
From the darkness, a part of both her arms became seized by rows of piercing teeth. Shaking with a snarl from both sides. Siris had dared to open her eyes. No need to, however.
Before she could blink them open, a lightning spear thundered with its length towards the devil knight, scoring a scream as the lightning streaked into the evening sky.
"...Very nice." Referring to the elimination. Possible only by the two picking up their summoned swords with their fleshy pink mouth, lined with black lips. A joyous howl filled the air momentarily, before it was silenced when a sword was taken into her mouth.
Without so much as a sign, the three of them rejoined the majority of forces, spear in hand, swords in mouth.
Xuelan had less trouble dodging the saws of fangs and claws that came at the devils. Her brows creased when she caught the sight of the squire and his fur guard arrive on scene. Attempting to avenge her loss in the last battle, Xuelan pushed with her legs, narrowly avoiding a speeding jaw she was unaware of.
"You-wha?" She pointed at the squire as she slowed to a halt. In disapproval, Tristan passed her off as nothing, weaving his sword hand to swipe her as he burst through combat towards his true target.
Sidestepping the lightning swipe, Xuelan shoved her fist in his direction once the danger had passed, catching only the arm of a wolf that leaped at her from the nearby bushes. Leaving her to struggle with the remaining forest-wolves as she was dragged behind the treeline, watching the squire shrink from distance before enveloping with green brush.
Tristan was informed of the event through the series of growls within his mind. He belittled the attempt with a slight rush of air from his nostrils, and a tug of the lips.
His next obstacle to the king was the skimpy knight, the devil who had knocked back Koneko during the previous encounter.
However, when he would move a direction, she mirrored him, running and all. Of course lacking the allies at his sides and their swords. Strange such a simple technique was not something Xuelan used, must be a CASUL-FGGT.
The wolves ordered her to move with their steely eyes, when she refused, his left guard leaped ahead, sliding past her and skidding to a halt, and stealing her attention.
She realized that if she would turn around, this one would destroy her as easy as Siris. With the distance closing between Tristan and herself, the hold on her sword wavered with a shaking.
De-(ATH)-feat by fangs and claws? D-(ie)-efeat by lightning?
Choosing one of the two, Karlamine gripped her hilt tighter, setting her sights on the rushing squire, her straight-sword's tip angled towards him. Starting with a frontal rush, the knight heard the beginnings of the feral snarls from behind her, twisting in place, Karlamine thrust her sword to her new target. Straight through the soft under-belly
A grey wolf caught immobile in the wisps of air.
As the first wolf casualty, the grey animal was repulsed upwards, spreading dark red specks across the devil like a fountain.
Instantly, she whined, and felt the end of the hilt strike her poor, bloodied belly. Falling limp, Karlamine nearly raised a hand to clear it off her sword. Forgetting the existence of the squire and his remaining guard.
Searing, stabbing pain forced her to a knee as she gasped in shock from a line of teeth sinking into her exposed leg. A moment would pass, and the bright spear tore through her middle torso, filling the knight's vision with yellow, and her body with the weakness of devils.
It didn't cease at all. Her entire body was met with unstoppable force and was rushed forwar and upwards a short distance before ending with a sickening crash into the grass of the field, and a bolt of lightning that reached towards a darkening sky.
Karlamine only had the light-less ground to look at, her shadow blocked the light that would grant vision. Hearing only intense chirping and seeing only the slight specks that weren't dark glow a dim yellow.
A thundering spear was now held with two hands, a shield's iron straps now clinging to his wrists. With a final look at the devil, both arms fall to swing at her. With merely only a lurch from his fist landing on her back, the devil was transported to safety by a blue(?) light.
Never did the bloody wolf's wound leave his thoughts, it was the catalyst for his action against Karlamine. The pierced wolf was limp on the grass nearby, meekly scratching the grass with weakness. His guard was already at her side, barking at her, looking at the running squire for a half-second, then continued barking at her sister. Their curved swords were left behind at some point in the encounter.
He skid onto his knees, inspected the wound with panic, and felt a rush in his mind as everyone feverly worried for her
"Get her safe!" One wolf would howl.
"She'll transport away." Another was less frantic about it, but was still rushed nonetheless.
A myriad of distressed calls rang through him, all ignored as he held her fur coat in both his hands, talisman dropped to the grass, shield hugged on his arm by the iron hooks.
With closing eyes, the injured wolf looked at her sister weakly, then pulled her black lips up when she reached her neck towards Tristan.
A delicate, feeble, wet lick on the cheek from a frail, fragile wolf later, and she was taken away with a flight of grey specks.
An elder wolf told him that was good. With a relaxed sigh, he slumped, reveling in content at her safety, and not-death.
The remaining guard, sister of the retreated wolf, had pulled on Tristan's arm lightly with her mouth, reminding him that there was a fight to be the victor of. And a helping of justice to be delivered. Retrieving the nearby charm, he stood to his knees. The wolf barked in acceptance and leaped to her hind legs in excitement before retrieving her curved sword. But for the sake of this fic, he was attacked once again, now by a pair of familiar feline-devils.
"Nyaaa!" A loud irritated groan ran through. "N-nyou'll pay for that!" Li, the blue-haired feline, referred to his doings on Karlamine. She and her sister stood against Tristan and his steadfast partner.
Ni rushed ahead first, her twin following closely behind. Tristan followed the wolf's curved sword. The weightless spear burned his hand, carving it's streaks further along the sword-arm, yet only visible upon closer inspection.
The two feline devils had scattered past him quicker than he could properly react to it, Tristan and his guard twisted around to to see fist wrapped in a small boxer's glove.
With the strike's signature devil-pawn strength, Tristan was launched into the trunk of a tree, lacking the vitality of devil kind to remain unfazed. The wolf had remained unscathed from the surprise, but the spear vanished into little sparks that flew with the light breeze.
Footsteps...repeated falling footsteps.
Reaching for the classic sword, Tristan lurched forward when the the red haired devil descended upon him. His stance a crouch, shield abandoned, the squire extended his form outwards when the blade pierced her flesh, forcing her back the distance Tristan ran her through. She felt little pain however, truly only stunned by the abyssal emptyness within his iris.
She felt her weight pull the sword down, and her feet dragged on the open grass, foretelling her suffering.
A weighted knee strike to her exposed stomach, and Li's back felt the icy blades of grass. In her fear of the abyssal eyes, the rook was stunned and unable to act. Tristan scraped his charm across the blade, careful not to let her free.
The elementary sword obtained a bright blue glow, and started reflecting light more clearly with the specks of focused reflection riddled across the iron.
Still sharing eyesight, he held the tip of the iron above her body.
Unable to sense the whistling in air above the sounds of missed attacks not far off.
Unable to move to act, he was knocked on the side of his head by similar strength. The feel of grass was soft against his back, yet small stones scratched as he sailed past them. He stopped completely, fixing his sight to the grey wolf who ran through both of them.
She twirled beautifully between both feline devils, catching them in the lightning he shared.
The guard slid loyally to his side. He had to say, they'd only known each other a few days, yet she was so adamant on fighting together.
The wolf continued harassing with primal warnings, going perfectly with the bloody curved sword.
Feeling the same camaraderie, Tristan smoothed her furry back with his shield hand. When she questioningly turned towards him, his slight smile came with the charm he held in his right, scarred palm.
Ready to fight again, Tristan pressed his head into her fur for a moment. Before anyone could count how long he remained like that, he straightened, and moved his sword arm as if testing the weight of a newly crafted sword.
Surging with lightning once more, the talisman's lightning extended to the length of a full proper spear, of the size that Ornstein masterfully wields.
At the point where the hand and charm met, the coursing lightning stretched further into his body, and the spear was lowered with a wince.
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