Hi there. Here is an update, for the almost 2 weeks i was away
Night, surrounding forests of Kuoh.
"Recently, a group of fallen angels have re-taken residence within the church. Naturally, since this is the territory of Rias, it is our duty to evict them. You should have been listening, Rias was talking about this just yesterday."
"I'm sorry, senpai."
Right now, Akeno explains their current situation to her underclassman, who solemnly munched on a final sweet treat before their mission started.
Their plan was to see if they could go about this quietly, with Kiba and Koneko slipping into the cathedral, which had been emptied of any deteriorating presence connecting to heavenly powers. They would scout the insides, and then once they were sure of the situation, Rias and Akeno would make a ruckus outside, drawing out the fallen angels from within. After that, the entire peerage would corner them from two sides and neutralise the threat.
"Wait, something's going on." From the front of their group, the leader put up a hand to the side, halting the peerage. There was only one unable to spot the reason.
"What is it, prez? If it's a fallen angel, or a rogue devil, I'll pummel'em no problem!" The newest addition to the peerage raised his fist to his chest, and smacked it against the palm of his other hand with excitement.
There was an unexpected development that they found once traveled from their teleport-point, and closer towards the lonely cathedral. The outer walls of the building flashed colors, originating at different locations. They were continuous, and often came with faint, untelligible shouting, even to their devil senses. But what really gave it away were the stray, nigh obvious displays of spell-casting that strayed into the sky.
"That's good, we'll wait for them to finish their infighting. Then, when they're weakened, well eliminate them easily." Rias said, sending her familiar to scout ahead, knowing that the fallen angels will be too busy fighting to notice her little dragon. "But we must hurry in case they finish and start to recover." A sense of urgency filled the devils, and they started into a hastened step, eager to take advantage of the development.
The Abandoned Church - Exterior
"SCALES! I WILL HAVE THEM! GIVE ME YOUR SCALES! GEHAHAHAHA!"
A former angel, touched by knowledge forbidden outside of Lordran, ferociously battled a foreigner from that land same.
He spread his wings high, but never once used them. The look painted onto his face told the world all they needed to know, for whatever his other features were, there was more meaning in the sported facials.
The whites of his eyes were as wide as a hand, and his iris within were frenzied beyond the point of beast-hood. Within his hands, was a spear of light, making it's way out of the summoning stages.
"I'ILL TAKE ALL OF YOUR SCALES! NOW, DIE!"
The hysterical fallen angel ran a short distance, before crazily hurling the spear at the target.
His target, a young boy on the path to knighthood from a far land.
There was branching lightning in his right hand. He evaded the spear, which looked like it would have missed him anyway. The white of the spell passed by, and he met the hysterical fallen angel head-on.
He was without any kind of physical weaponry, save for the weight he placed behind his body's strikes. But they were more to knock an opponent off balance. He stepped out of distance from a string of punches and scratches, which the fallen angel no doubt placed his confidence in.
He had been fighting this supernatural being for a while, which he knew was a good thing. There were people inside the cathedral who were in a similar situation. Once captured and restrained, a single prisoner led a rebellion against their captors. If this was the only fallen angel fighting him, then those inside were still alive.
From what a fellow prisoner had told him, there weren't many fallen angels, less than twenty in fact.
Back to the battle at hand.
It was strange, to see one from the three great factions would never prefer to fight purely with their fists, but this one fallen angel clearly shows proficiency. Either that, or he truly was infatuated with these 'scales' he seemed to possess.
To which he surely did not.
He ducked under an obviously over-exerted lunge, and stuck the spear into the fallen angel's body. Even as it appeared from his back, he prepped a sudden forward motion to knock him off.
The hysterical angel seemed to have regained memory of his wings, and produced a gust of air to push him back to the one he so eagerly wishes defeated.
Both their arms reached out.
Suddenly, his target's arm retracted, and he weaved under his grasp, twisting as he did, meeting the fallen angel with a bash of the shoulder.
Given no time to react, the Lordranite clasped his hand around the exposed neck of his enemy, his lightning spear lowered. He heard the wings struggle to free the captured angel, and felt his body move around with how he tried to kick him away.
With a great combustion of fire, the fallen angel knew only a world of flame as his power was sapped, thrown away towards the cropping of greenery.
The Lordranite lowered his brows at the explosion he had casted, and inspected his left hand closely.
"Scale-s, AHGK! I..."
"...will...have them."
Instantly, he was pulled from thought with the frail words of the still-living fallen angel. And instantly, the Lordranite was over at him, his lightning nowhere to be seen.
The fallen angel held no strength to stand, his neck and face were horribly mutilated at the blast he had just sustained.
Once again, he saw flame at his eyes, finishing off the angel who left the world of the living with fear in his heart.
'...Master Quelaag was kind to share her teachings with me, along with a shard.'
'But I must return to the cathedral, the others must be fighting bravely.'
During the siphoning of souls, the knight stripped of his sword and shield watched the surrounding forest turn a shining white.
Immediately, he turned around to see a fallen angel in the air, holding up a giant spear of light in her two arms.
"You, I will take your scales for myself. I will do what that useless ally will not."
Yes.
She existed...
She was one of two fallen angels to follow him outside, but she never once made a move while he fought with the crazed fallen angel.
Even so, completely forgetting her was not possible for him. She must have used a spell for that effect.
She was a stark contrast to the angel he had just finished off, with a composed tone and voice. He stood at the ready, pushing hesitation from his legs, and ran into the brush.
"It's no use."
The fallen angel blasted down the spear.
"Wha-what is this?"
In truth, the fallen angel found her spell dissipate, and instead, experienced defeat at the hands of another spell-caster.
When the surrounding area hadn't suffered any damage, Tristan peeked from behind a tree. Both hearing, and seeing the fallen angel crash into the ground, a still expression on her face.
He was filled with duty, and dashed past her, quickly spawning a lightning spear in his hand, and sending it straight into her unconscious head.
Akeno floated in the air amongst the trees of a hill , a great distance from the church, lightning quietly arcing between her fingertips as a surgically accurate lightning spell had just been cast. Her face bore a look of thought as she saw someone enter the church from one of the shattered glass panes on the sides.
The way that lightning spell was used, without any magic circles, and without breaking stride.
She wondered why this person was involved in an event like this. He must have come to exterminate the fallen angels, what else would he be here for?
She returned to the ground, just as confused about that familiar person as the rest of the peerage she belonged to.
"Rias..." She turned to her king with confusion.
"Our plan does not change, but it looks like a battle has erupted from inside. Alright, head straight towards the church!"
She released her wings, as did most of her peerage, only Kiba and Xenovia opted to use their speed.
They came to fight, but as they broke for the cathedral, they started to fill with curiosity.
The Abandoned Church - Interior
"GET BACK IN YOUR CAGES!"
The yell of a fallen angel had no effect on the battlefield inside, as her spells were easily dodged by the imposing figure before her.
She had realized her mistake when she entered combat with this prisoner, who was unarmed at the time.
Since then, he had spawned a giant sword, gleaming, and simply flaring with bright blue energy, and proceeded to push her further and further backwards.
The one with the giant, gleaming sword rushed towards his former captor, his weapon now shuddering with magical energy as he rushed the spell-caster, enraged at his capture.
When she decided to spread her wings, branches of yellow sprouted from where her neck connected to the body, and was kicked towards the ground in front of him.
"Rona, those two are taken care of." Tristan met a fellow rebel, who was nearly twice his size.
The former prisoner stopped in his tracks, seeing his weaponless ally stomp on the back of the fallen angel.
"ARGH! Damn you! You're no better than humans!"
"Good! Now, help us take out these pests, as a knight of Forossa, I fight by your side." The now named Rona swung his massive sword in a single hand, and separated from the Lordranite, who wielded a spear formed from lightning, leaping into battle.
Tristan found a fighter with two curved swords going against two fallen angels, who carried katana-like weapons in their hands. He rushed to stand beside his smaller ally, becoming a pair to fight together.
"My thanks, knight." She stood close to him, knowing the Lordranite to be one of the braver of the prisoners kept. Both fallen angels used their wings as to speed ahead. He engaged, and swiftly evaded the readable thrust attack. Swiping with his spear, and striding backwards, he dodged the return attack.
From the distance, he pushed the tip of his spear forwards, and empowered it's ability, enabling it to pierce through the head, forcing him unconscious.
Just as he finished the fallen angel with a flame sorcery, he noticed the other half of the pair slice open the neck of her fallen angel from behind, watching him dead to his knees. The blonde bandit looked at him, and shared an awkward smile as the floor soaked with blood.
They stayed together, and were about to engage with another detainer, when the sound of a great explosion rocked the entire building.
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