Thrust attacks were able to pierce through the heaviest of platings. Sunlight in any form was the weakness that all devils share, and the weight of darkness throws all life off balance.
Yet, the devil in the suit didn't dissipate. Instead, his outstretched hand swung towards Tristan. With a focus on a prayer, he emitted Force from his body, launching Issei backwards.
Even if there was a gap in his dragon armor, he still held within his hands the light that was conjured earlier, only growing brighter. He wanted to throw it mid-air.
Responding quickly, Tristan thrust the lighting spear ahead, the spectacle darted through the space between them, and found a place within the devil's chest.
He landed on his back, yelling internally at the effects of lightning. The squire proceeded forwards, with an intent to finish the downed criminal. But a scream resounded from behind him, and Tristan became the location of a large explosion.
Rias had her arms outstretched, with a magical circle that encompassed the hands. She was crying, or at least, seemed to be.
Issei looked between the two, and was relieved to know that there was no movement where in the blast radius.
"President, thank you!" He called to her. But Rias was a little too out of breath to answer, so she settled on doing so with eyesight.
The sound of somebody exhaling turned their attention to the cloud of smoke, which now had wisps of gold floating about the inside.
"What? B-but how?" Rias had finally managed to get a hold of stable air into himself. Both her and Issei looked on at the dissipating dust and smoke.
'I was sure that hit him.' Ahh, but Rias has never faced the resilience of the race of Gods before.
!
"He's still up, Pres!"
It was true, Tristan remained within the match. He was surrounded by golden streaks, the remains of a miracle to mend the scorched flesh he might hace suffered. But it could not revert his shield.
Before the explosion, his shield was a platform as dull as iron that formed it would allow, meaning it was quite dusky in color. But a generic shield that could be found on many a soldier of the medieval age.
But after Rias' bomb of a spell, the thing was now charred black, even now, it still had sparks of flame skipping across it's front, it had been used to block it's user from a danger, and now it bears this forced discoloration as proof of it's feat.
The scars on the shield, forcibly left by a manner of wild beasts on his way here, were nigh impossible to see, for the charred iron always ended up receiving the most attention.
SHIELD: FIRE RESISTANCE +2
Tristan had kneeled so that he could cover his entire body behind the blocking tool, and never felt so much force coming from the other side before. Even so, a healing miracle was needed from the fire that bypassed the wall he had put up.
Tristan looked at the two, discovering that he had to fight them at once. Guessing that the king would not fire at him if he was close to Issei, held his sword tighter.
All that was needed was to get close.
He prayed for another lightning spear to bless his hand, held his enflamed sword at his side, and started towards the armored devil.
As he ran, he kept an eye on the king, watching for any kind of spell of hers. A disturbed expression was on her face. He was right, she wouldn't attack him at range if he was close to the dragon, and he was already a few paces away.
He outstretched his shield-arm, seeking to pierce him with the lightning once more.
!?
Issei dissipated, but not in the way that he was supposed to, disappeared like a mirage. A moment in surprise was needed to compose himself.
Then, his attention shifted to the magic-caster, who looked on in worry at what Tristan would do.
Within an instant, he forced his legs against the grounds of the school, strafing to the side to avoid a dark ball that had been thrown at him. But of course, devils used wings to escape, and Rias spawned hers from behind her, knowing that there was little that she could do as a caster against a melee-oriented character such as the one running at her.
One who would become a Dragonslayer.
Staking his strength in one final lunge, Tristan launched his fist forward, disconnecting the lightning spear from his hold. But, the devil's luck proved greater than his, as she swerved to avoid the miracle. If all she would do is fly about, then there was nothing that could be done in this encounter.
He looked about, looking for the escaped Issei.
Nothing of the sort.
A little light, small as a pebble, but bright as a light bulb, came from behind him. It stopped on Tristan's shoulder, before he turned to hold the thing on his finger.
Only a moment, then the light started ascending towards the sky, and out of the minds of the two devils.
As he waited on his decision, he discovered that even though the smoldering embers that had been left on his shield had disappeared, the metal platform was stll substantially warm.
Now, when he looked around he found that all who did battle did so in the air, where he is unable to reach. But he knew how the war against dragons was fought.
They blanketed the skies with the strength of the sun, and peeled apart their stone scales. The same could be done with these devils.
He knew not who Sona's devils were, but knew what Rias' people looked like.
There was her queen, who could be identified by the extended black trail she left behind whenever she flew; her long hair.
Rias had disappeared, certainly worried about her pawn in the dragon suit. He suffered a terrible blow, Tristan wasn't sure if he would remain alive after this game.
The little girl who went against him using her fists, she darted across the sky with her wings, engaged in a melee battle with someone else. If he chose her to attack, there was a far greater chance of Sona's devil being caught in the lightning spear than if he threw them at someone who prefers a little distance between them and their opponent.
Xenovia had been felled, along with Kiba. Leaving the little blonde girl.
Strange.
He had not seen her at all since the rating game had begun.
Ideas started formulating in his head about what it is that her abilities are.
It was no use, he asked his butterflies to search the school grounds. There wouldn't be long until she'd be found. At least, it was inevitable. That devil would be dealt with eventually,
And the butterflies themselves were large in number, so then the devil wearing the dragon's armor would not have escaped for long.
Yes, there were an unusually plentiful amount of the insects tonight.
He questioned if they were able to go ahead and down some of Rias' devils, only asking, of course.
He left her queen; Akeno to him. This would be a grand re-enactment of the opening days of the Archdragon wars! But first, he needed to get to a higher area.
He looked to the side, and eyed a large wall of the school building.
Not too hard.
He approached the vertical surface, and flexed his hands.
It was a short climb, and he reached the rooftop with practiced agility. The Darkness on his sword had dissipated, and new rests gently within his scabbard.
He always felt a little strange when he was in a battle, but did not wield a sword.
But for now, the catalyst would be what was most required right now. He pulled his shield-arm back in a throwing stance, directly mirroring the First Lord and his Silver legion on the first days of the confrontation between the Archdragons.
Streaks of yellow swirled into the center of his grasp, sparks came together and followed the image in his soul. A spear of lightning was formed, a thick mass enveloped his grasp, and spread outwards like a crooked branch of a tree. It's power forked outwards into the night, and Tristan took a keen aim.
His sword was twirled, so that the hilt would further guide the launch. The pummel of the sword was in line with the devil queen.
With a little patience, he would fire his mighty Sunlight. Right now, its time to wait.
She moved about in the night, always keeping a distance whenever she could.
Akeno did something that resembled the channeling of a spell, evident by the expanding energy within one of her hands.
Apparently her combatant had sped too fast, leaving the halberd-user open to a rather damaging spell.
But, with intervention from Sunlight, it was not meant to be.
Akeno started to hear her name being shouted from one of her underclassmen's mouth, but was soon drowned out by the familiar frizzle of lightning.
"Ahh!"
The sphere of elemental energy in her hands lost the source of power that fed it, and it began to lose it's form, dissipating into little nothings.
On the rooftop, Tristan merely pulled his arm backwards, and let another bolt of yellow faith into the sky.
It was the only offensive miracle he was able to perform as of now, in the begining stages of knighthood, that which ended at where he guessed was the title of Dragonslayer.
Obviously, the ranks of the Silver knights entailed the use of a more primal form of Lightning Spear.
There was a more creative miracle that he wished to perform, as such he practiced and practiced for hours on end until night would fall. But, at best, only the first stage of the lightning miracle could be completed, and that was only once.
It was something he would always attempt at the appropriate time and place, but with a new environment, such situations were rare as one of Seathe's apprentices. He'd come back to it, however, he just had to.
For now, he would settle on the miracle known commonly by the warriors of Lordran.
Sets of streaks would come together in his hand, and be thrown at the queen. He knew which one to aim at, for there was a distinct difference between Akeno, and Sona's queen.
With Rias' queen, he knew that she held her hair in a singular tail, and the other was simply allowed to flow wherever it desired.
Lightning swirled into his hand once more, and he cast the forked bolt at the devil.
Like fireworks in a black night, the spears would brighten the scenery in the places it flew, and even when they missed, they soared into the sky.
"You!"
Among the sizzling of thunder, Tristan heard a high-toned voice come near.
He forced himself out of the javelin-thrower's stance, and held his sword in the normal combat stance, an instinctive reaction to a surprise.
Ait.
heres me.
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