I've come down with an illness for about a week and a half, and am still pretty weak.

Sorri P;

I still don't own Dark Souls, or Highschool dxd.

Koneko had evaded the threat of the butterflies enough to take a glance at a spot among the treeline that had been filled with a glowing light. Before even a moment, she had to move again, otherwise the insects would rob her of strength.

"Argh!" While she moved to avoid the mass of them, Koneko had lunged herself into a pair of strength-eaters. She slowed, until she became trapped in a storm of wings.

By now, even her opposing devils had become wary of the fluttering creatures, choosing to detach from their battles in fear of having the same thing happen to them. The three of the devil's council had regrouped together a great distance from the swarms of colour that encircled Rias' people.

From the corner of their eyes, they spotted a dash of sparking yellow from the trees, running towards the downed devil-knight. He didn't look like a magic user, and seemed his intent was to impale the weakened knight on his brightened blade.

Strange, neither of them recognised this person. How could someone who isn't participating, participate?

"Hey! Wait!" Reya, the girl whose brown hair was held with braided tails, attempted to warn the new fighter about the abilities of the butterflies, but there was no change in the way he acted.

He was far too absorbed in Blade logic to listen to her.

The logic that dictated who would be the victor and the defeated, the first logic that formed in the world.

~I KILLED YOU, I AM STRONGER~

Obviously, here in this rating game, there were changes.

~I DEFEATED YOU, I AM STRONGER~

No killing as of yet.

An image of a girl he met on his long travel came to mind.

With the thought of making her proud of his abilities, he rushed forward into his sunlight swarm. He was close now, only a few long strides away. At half-way, the creatures forced their wings to glow their own individual colors with great intensity, excited at what would happen shortly. A defeated grunt emerged from the wall of wings, a shout of pain followed.

Shards of bright blue shone through the gaps of the ever-moving wall of sunlight.

They stil spun around the center of action, keeping Sona's devils from seeing who had been defeated. But, if they had to say, the answer had was already known. The butterflies dispersed from their formation, and headed towards the sky, brightening the night with their natural tones of individual colors.

What had remained were the fluttering of lights, choosing to remain with the victor, assisting him, should he be caught in a surprise battle. They flapped their wings and circled him, before they all floated towards the next devil, the one who had been spared the continious draining of power. But still, her face was scrunched with pain and effort, reflected by the way her arms slightly twitched with refusal to hold the large weapon. Her legs occasionally shook with the weight of her sword, wanting only the cold grass to rest against. It was only her desire for victory that kept her from dropping her weapon. She had been turned into a devil, and the presence of sunlight bore deep into what she was.

Hope for victory, then.

Tristan took a look at his opponent. He breathed a sigh, blank from any expression, then waved a hand at his coven of allies, asking that they remain at the sidelines of the incoming fight between the two of them. He waved them off with his sword-less hand, then held it forward so that the surface of the shield faced Xenovia, who'se face was filled with efforts and huffs.

For her, the cool night felt like a day in the desert, warped by the weight of her battle weapon. As she was, Xenovia could only swing it as if it was a piece of metal, unable to do anything like a proper devil-knight. Unable to move at the speed of which the standard eye could not follow, reduced to a standard ultra-wielding knight who could only weakly lunge forward at best.

But still, a weak grin began to form on her lips, and she raised an arm forward, forming the hand in a 'come' motion. It took him a moment to recognise the gesture, he had first seen it during his first match with Asane. No one in Lordran had ever put a hand like that.

"Your command over wildlife is exceptional." She managed to huff.

He rushed her, and she readied herself for him.

When they had began to reach, Xenovia blocked with her sword against a smaller, more potent, blade. She used her weapon's reach to evade his holy blade. Eventually, Tristan put his all his weight into his left arm. The devil mistook this for a delayed pierce with his sword, and prepared to lead the weapon away, going after the riposte. By the time she had noticed the shield come abnormally close, the sword itself had not moved to attack her, suffering a strike from the shield, she was forced off balance. A worried moan was formed, and Xenovia was about to be defeated.

Her greatsword was swung defensively, and she hopped backwards to regain her form's center. Looking up, she noticed that her panicked swipe had flung his shield arm backwards, but it was already too late for a cheap riposte. Not too late, however, for a weighted blow. Xenovia's large blade was pulled to the side, intent to slice cleanly. But the force came too late, as Tristan hopped on the spot, leading to a strike with the foot, like the way his king did. Now she was forced to the ground, her backside landed on the grass, and she looked upwards, the angle allowed her a peek at his eyes.

They were wide, as for the rest below his nose, it was now covered with a scarf-like fabric. Lowering her eyes, she found peculiar scars on his arms.

The arms converged at the base of the sword, at the hilt, and held it so that the tip pointed to the sky behind him, to the right of his head. He leaned backwards.

With a surge of power, the length of the iron became his catalyst for power and emotion. In one weight-less explosion, the lightning that sheathed the sword extended far beyond the end of the metal, becoming at least twice the length of the original elementary blade. Even his shield began to spark. This effect came from his right hand, the one that had been the first to be scarred by lightning.

His first swing was a horizontal one, towards his lower left. He flowed like fire.

He adjusted his body to bring the sunlight blade to the left of his head, and sliced her again, mirroring his first attack. Her eyes widened in pain, so this is what 'sunlight' is?

The crackling, shining sword had returned on it's previous path, slashing her again. Xenovia was the one who had suffered the most from his abilities in Kuoh.

His arms brought the enchanted sword close to his left leg, and with a final slash, both his hands lead the blade in a curved direction.

He finished this fluid motion within a trio of seconds. But still, there was movement in his arms. He lifted them, and bent backwards a little. By now, Xenovia had started to become covered in the loser's blue

The end to this was a thundering blow that would pierce her completely, wrapping the innocent grass in furious lightning. The denizens of another realm had been watching this moment, and it incited them into a frenzy

'WHERE ARE YOU AT!?'
'WHERE ARE YOU AT!?'
'OH MY GA-AWD'

Defeated, he guessed that the confrontation with the last opponent would be easier. But when he turned to where she last was, he was met with confusion. Even the drainage swarm had gone.

The young girl had disappeared from sight. Not even the few butterflies that flocked to him could discover her tracks, if what they had said is true.

The insects quivered their wings, and their antennae twitched. Tristan sighed quietly at this truth that he was being informed of.

But then their wings brightened their own colors, and frantically stirred. Hair-thin antenae had been agitated, scratching together and vibrating. This was information that had been shared with their kin in the area, and he was getting more excited the more he heard.

FOUND.

"Follow us, giant."

HYOUDOU.

"And we'll lead you to him."

The small contingent leaped off him as bright hues of green and yellow, heading towards a direction that continued along the outside of the school. With a goal similar to that of a Blade of the Darkmoon, steps were made to his goal.

The first on his list of 'indicted' had been thoroughly dealt with, and now the second criminal must be hunted.

But a little kitten had felt the black atmosphere that had leaked from him. From her hiding place on the side of the school building, she watched as the hate-filled person disappeared around a concrete corner, his black atmosphere of dread slowly receding with him, following his Dark-tainted soul.

Shirone had only felt little wisps of this aura from him when she had been forced to watch him defeat Riser the second time. But now, Shirone had been in deep proximity with his presence. It had been hard for her to climb to this location had been strained not only because her strength as a devil had been siphoned, but of a deep-rooted desire to eliminate in a primal method.

Blade Logic.

To destroy that which you believe could pose a threat to you before it can even discover who you are, or why you seek their demise. The way that the world was in the beginning, and one of the most powerful concepts.

Before Divide, of course.

Now, with the lights on their wings, the butterflies led Tristan to his fulfillment of the Blade Logic.

But even if he were to truly kill Issei, he would be leagues behind Asane, who had already crushed many a fighter, heroic or villainous, and brought them under her control.

The girl was vicious, more so than her opponents.

Good to be back, everyone!

But at the time of writing, I am still quite sickly Dx

May your day be filled with above average okayness.