Hey all, merry christmas. Just to let you know, there will be a holiday-themed update coming soon.
There was no more devils in the sky to down. In fact, Rias' queen piece had retreated to the safety of the other side of the falsified school. Like his way of fighting, he was relentless in spirit, and will continue to fight even if he's suffered a crippled limb, he'd find a way. There were knights of Gwyn who could match the strength of a Giant, and ambition would only further his capabilities.
He had every intention to go after her, now that the Nekomata has been defeated. But he was interrupted from behind.
"Tristan." The voice was vaguely familiar, he knew that it wasn't of the opposing side.
"I must ask you to come with me. Rias' peerage has almost been defeated, but there aren't many of us either." At that, Tristan perked his head upwards with a little more attention before he finally turned to face her. It was the devil who'd been in aerial combat with Akeno. She floated in the air with her deceptively capable devil wings. Her being here heavily implies that the queen was defeated in battle.
What was her name? He was incredibly unfamiliar with the names of his fellow combatants. All of them were simply too complex to remember. He gave her a blank glance.
"There's no time, follow me." She passively returned the expression, and hurriedly descended towards the ground. The thought of rightuous judgement became affixed in his mind. Once again, her voice passed through between them as she led him towards the arena of the final battle, slightly tilting her head sideways to him.
"Forgive my asking. But..." His narrow eyes vaguely met hers.
"Is it true that you defeated the the Ultimate-class devil Riser Phenex alone?"
"..." Shinra had just lost his attention, and only the sound of their shoes against the school concrete could be heard. She remained trained on his face, awaiting any form of reply, but eventually returned to facing forwards. She couldn't help but be taken aback at how light-footed he was, and how little sound came from his soles clapping against the floor. It wasn't until she wondered why his footsteps were so quiet compared to hers that she realized this. Shinra had always assumed that he wouldn't put much thought into the loudness of footsteps when she first saw him with a sword and shield.
He was incredibly reclusive, to the point where it could easily be mistaken for rudeness by way of overthinking. Like many students before her, she formed her understanding of him before personally meeting him and fell victim to the rumor that started to circulate shortly after his arrival.
The leader of the student council leaped into a backstep, which from the use of her wings, became a full blown jump instead
The current situation didn't look great, she knew that Issei had suffered a blow that could have easily meant death, he was the scabbard for a flaming sword and a lightning spell that looked more like a spear, yet she could feel his presence not far off. As of now, she was alone. Much of her devils were caught in a decisive ambush, and were wiped out of the game's roster. Only her and her assistant, Tsubaki remained the only surviving members of her peerage, them and Tristan the only ones remaining on Sona's side.
When she awaited them at the rendezvous, there was none to arrive apart from Shinra herself, who had told her everything. It was the most unsuspected thing, Shinra had thought that Akeno had retreated to escape the fight between the two, when in fact she was really luring her allies into a prepared elemental circle.
The sly devil.
She sidestepped a beam that came from her friend's outstretched hand, before lunging away from a red circle that formed at her feet.
Between the spells that were being launched at her, and the traps that had been prepared, there was no time to launch a counter-attack of her own. From what she could sense, there were still more of her friend's pieces near the gym, where she was directly confronted by Rias.
Another presence came near. Her assistant's.
She picked up the muffled clatter of shoes. From the same area, two panels of a doorway lurched
"Sona!" Freely flowing black hair rushed into the P.E area, standing next to her leader, prepared to fight.
Even if the assist would be appreciated,this was a confrontation that was to be decided between the two kings of the peerages, to see who is the strongest of the two. So the king turned towards her queen.
"Tsubaki?" The queen piece made a sound of question towards her similarly bespectacled leader.
"Go outside and help Tristan outside fight against the enemy. I don't believe that he would be able to go against three of Rias' devils and come out victorious." Even though she knew that going against Rias together would be eaiser, it wouldn't mean as much to her compared to a scene where she bested her alone.
Shinra hesitantly shuffled towards the door from where she entered, silently asking the question in her head.
Her king had already known what it was, and slightly inclined her head to re-affirm her decision.
With the clattering of her shoes against the polished wood floor, Tsubaki made an exit. She dashed through the twists of the building that connected the main interior to the open space outside. The turns were few, for the layout of the school buildings were already remembered.
Plain doors stood in front, where students would often enter and exit. On the other side, awaited a battleground for her to enter. She rushed through the door.
It was terrible, to say the least.
The Lordran squire and the dragon-devil fought like they were aiming to send the other to their grave. Tristan's attacks often had a burst of movement, and used the weight of his body.
The young god smashed the tip of his blackened shield against the devil, and the heavy sound of iron cutting through air was made. He twisted around, lowering his form entirely, and smashed the length of the blade against the ground, two-handing the weapon.
From inside the dragon's armor, the devil launched a claw at his center.
But the longsword was dragged against the ground, and a solid slice upwards knocked the armored arm away. The sword held a smaller weight, but provided enough force for Issei to lurch upwards before the devil regained control.
With a heavier Ultra Greatsword, many humans would be launched upwards, but this was all that could be done as he is.
Issei rushed backwards, leaping away from the momentum of the battle.
With a lowered form, the squire rushed the devil with fervent strides, easily covering the distance that was made between them. The tip of the longsword was pushed outwards in a powerful thrust straight into the armor's shoulder, staggering the weaker devil.
Dark wings sprouted from his back, as the need to temporarily escape heightened.
The reason of which was that Tristan's longsword had gained it's thundering Sunlight from the two-handed hold he assumed; over-the shoulder and angled horizontally.
The lightning extended far past the metal of the sword itself, until the total length reached that of a true Ultra.
The first swing never hit, as Issei had countered with a simple punch, into the guts of the overbearing god. Apparently, the act of escape was a sham. The sword dropped, along with the knight himself.
Tristan could have easily traded, but the old gauntlet of the Gods had empowered the blunt strike, forcing him to take a knee and gather himself. The opening allowed the devil another powerful punch.
And another.
One at a time, lad.
From the staggered appearance, the result of a fast-paced childhood showed itself. In a single second, the hilt of the sword swatted away the third attack, leaving the devil with an incredibly larger opening than what he had showed.
While the devil flaunted backwards from the forceful parry, the Strength of the Flame surged within his shield-hand, and was shoved into the neck of the dragon-armor.
With the strength of Lords, the armored devil was hoisted upwards, eerily similar to the way a criminal would be led to their execution.
The devil became sheathe to a longsword wreathed in lightning, and was thrown away pathetically. A puncture was transfixed into the armor and his flesh, as the gods are above humans and devils. The surge of Sunlight invaded his existence, and threatened to purge him from life.
He almost choked his devil-blood, and grasped his abdomen from beyond the armor. Even as devils, this kind of gash could render as a death blow.
It would be considered one if only it was aimed a little higher, and to the left. But the brilliant aura of Sunlight spread throughout him.
To his prayers, a stream of flame curved from the corners of his vision what could have been his executioner. The flickering torrent of fire exploded against a raised shield that once again protected its master from harm, at the cost of the metal brightening into a dull orange glow from the receiving side. The devil twisted around to see his senior casting from a distance in the air, her front illuminated by the light of the flame spell.
She looked as if she was having a rush.
A shrill cry, and he turned towards a fellow classmate. Blonde in hair, and overall; small in appearance. She ran towards her Issei, and outstretched her hands.
From within the cascade of fire, Tristan had angled the shield so that the flames would be sliced across it's brightened metal. Similar to a soldier in the Archdragon War, the stray heat bothered him none, for the strength of Flame resides deep within the Gods. Even in the descendants of the being who claimed the Dark Soul, some similar power was to be found.
Quickly, everything darkened, as the spout of flame had been halted, though the scarf-like mouth-cover had strangely been lowered to under his chin. With only a glance, he ascertained that the ally who accompanied him had re-engaged the queen in a close-ranged battle.
Free from the spell-caster, the Lordranite(?) placed his attention to where the armored devil stood next to a familiar girl. A green-ish glow was lit in her hands, which were held against his backside.
It vaguely resembled a kind of healing.
Then this is how he had recovered from the earlier encounter, a method of healing. He figured it was the only way to remain in a fighting state after such a no doubt fatal blow.
Like all before him, the longsword pointed towards the ground, similar to the tip of the shield. In the short time it took to ready himself, he realized a recent rise in interaction with a certain race.
"..."
"Devils all over the shop..." He said to himself
Hehey!
To let you know, the holiday update will occur after the gremory v sitri game.
Merry Christmas! Happy new year!
thanks to all those who followed, fav'd and to those who continue to read this as well.
till the next update, bye.