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The Abandoned Church - Interior
The night was deep, but the moon shined brightly in it's crescent form.
Right now, the inside of the cathedral is a place where ferocity reached a peak. Fallen angels frantically tried to re-subdue their former prisoners, but as the battle continued, they found their numbers dwindling by the minute.
They received a taste of the power found within the fighters of Lordran.
"Do not relent!"
A commanding voice orders.
They were in a battle that could decide weather they could live or not. The former prisoners rallied against their former-captors; the a group mostly comprised of fallen angels, but even had devils among their ranks. Likely rogue ones, if they were fraternizing together like this.
Tristan, lifted a fallen angel up, and forced a combustion from his hand, launching the angel into the ground, where the bandit stabbed into the man's body with a curved sword, where the wound reached deep into his flesh. Since his capture, he had been thrown into a cell together with her, and although the time was short, they shared company.
"This might be it for the ones inside, but it sounds like there's more about to come in."
The blonde bandit said without a hint of fatigue as she stood from the body.
The two of them watched their fellow fighters corner one of their captors, which ended with a large, blue magical sword forming from a sorcery catalyst, and slicing into the body of the fallen angel. The devil to slowly slid down the wall in pain.
A young-looking woman, twirled around a devil, who had his wings cut off with her weapon; a dagger. The devil turned to whack her with his arms, but she twisted behind, and embedded her blade into the neck of the devil. Watching him fall to his knees, she stepped on his back, and formed a large fireball in her free hand.
"GY-AAAA!"
A devil floated in the air, her intention was to rain spells from above, but was instead forced into evading an array of spells from the ground. Her wings took her away from a huge pillar of flame, before they were used again to dodge a huge mass of blue coming towards her at incredible speeds. Eventually, she found her body surge with conductible yellow streams, forcing her to the ground. She never reached the hard floor alive. Pierced by a Soul Spear, and torched by a pillar of fire, the devil had no chance for it.
The knight of Forossa spun in the air, and brought his sword towards a fallen angel, blasting him into a wall, as if he was a bothersome moth. The bandit and the squire quickly jumped onto an inattentive angel, easily cutting into her with lightning and steel.
As the angel fell into death, they saw that their supernatural enemies were either dead, or in the process of becoming so. Instead, the two came to the shoulders of a wounded ally, holding her up on their bodies, as she slumped on them. The squire placed a hand on her chest, before it started to glow with a dull, golden light.
"Ciaran, hold her up."
"Let me help you." The bandit said, pulling the wounded woman's arm over her neck.
The wounded had a pale complexion and grey hair, with green eyes, she seemed like a mature woman, yet in her youth as well. She seemed amazed at what he did, as the floor around them came alive with dull, yellow circles filled with unknown scriptures. A moment later, and she was walking on her own two feet, holding a decorative katana dropped by a fallen angel, and felt as if exhaustion was washed with some kind of warmth.
"Remain on guard, Maria, there are still more to come. I can hear them." She inclined her head,
"We mustn't stop yet! There are still more waiting outside!"
The large sorcerer-swordsman yelled out to his allies, warning them of the danger that awaits beyond the cathedral's walls.
The fighters from Lordran turned to view the Forossan swordsman from their positions on the battlefield with readied eyes, there's one who was unable to fight, but she was a young girl, scared for her life, hiding behind a protective wizard's swaying cloth. Their opponents seemed to have underestimated them this time, but this was a battle that could determine if they would walk free, or be subject to whatever their captors planned for them. This was no place for relent.
"Lad! Can you tend to our wounded? You seem practiced in healing Miracles."
The knight from Forossa was referring to him. He answered with a 'yes' and took to his bleeding comrades, knowing the importance of healthy fighters. The knight commanded orders to the former captors like he was some kind of general.
"You there! You seem most experienced with that blade. Come! We fight our enemies together! A magician amongst you! If the door is struck, and the word is said, I will require your assistance."
The leader referred to a person who was a similar height as him, who wielded a katana with an extended blade. Picked from the dead hands of a devil. Then towards the people who had just engaged in a battle for freedom.
The knight from the land of Forossa walked towards the front doors. Trailing behind was the large katana-user.
"I will take on those captors, and free us all."
Outside the Cathedral.
"Wow, it's like a battle ground, prez."
Devil pawn Issei commented on what he could see from the other side of the church's stained windows, from behind the line of green brush. Though much was dull, it was easy to tell the varying colors that were the magic powers. The sounds of metal clinking, and lives being lost seeped through destroyed section of the glass that had been jumped through, which allowed the peerage to peek inside, catching a glimpse of the conflict within.
"AUGH!"
"Uhh, it looks pretty serious." Devil knight Xenovia, along with the rest of her devil friends just saw a fallen angel sliced into with something bright and blue, launching him away from their vision. "It seems so..." Rias answered back to her. "But remember, we only engage once they've stopped fighting. Whoever's inside was able to shake the building with their strength, so we'll strike with the element of surprise."
The brightly visible masses of color ceased first, then followed the sounds of conflict, though there were marks of burns and blood that could be seen through the small hole.
"Rias..."
The King made a face of annoyance.
"Yes, Akeno, we've been discovered."
The peerage heard the sounds of a man shouting orders to his men.
Shortly after.
"FACE ME, COWARDS!"
A strenuous echo filled the moonlit night.
The King looked towards the source of the sound, the place she knew where the front exit was.
So the fallen angels want to fight them directly.
Bold, but it will be their downfall.
Kiba struggled against the katana of the fighter bearing on him. Even with his inherent speed as a knight piece, this large figure somehow caught his blade every time he went in.
That, and he was skillfully evading all of Akeno's spells.
He always fought with the devils in front. Strategically reducing his chances of a spell flying at him
The other giant of a man, the Forrosan knight, fared greatly against his foes.
Young Shirone found her self unable to reach him without being struck by his sword.
Xenovia's speed, matched only by Kiba, found a wall that would not crumble. His weapon was of a weight even greater than any of hers, and she was not given the space, or time to summon any more. She suffered more cuts from this foe more than any other.
It was the first time she had seen a weapon in the left hand be wielded so effectively.
"We will not be captured again so easily!"
All devils within the area skipped a beat when they heard the word 'capture'.
And by the way, where were their wings?
Reutning to her senses, Xenovia used her speed to spearhead the larger knight, raising her sword high to lock blades.
Instead, when he stepped forward, she received only a heavy kick to the gut. She scraped into the grass after being hurled backwards, hearing her name being called out by her friends.
"Xenovia!"
"X-Xenovia!"
Instantly, the king set about placing trap-natured spells around her fallen knight, to protect her as she heals.
A young blonde girl rushed to her side, and another seemingly unprepared boy wearing only a red gauntlet looked at him with anger.
"Come on, Red! Why aren't you helping me!" The boy frantically spoke at his arm-armor.
The devil pawn could only watch as their opponent slowly spun his sword with a surgeon's precision, and hovered his free hand over the metal. It run down the length of the sword, coating it in a brilliant, rushing white that stormed towards the edges of the iron.
"You may have seized us once, but we will not allow it to transpire once more."
Whatever he was doing, it made it so that his sword was not able to even be seen within the whirling magical clouds. With the enchantment applied, it seethed from the sword, almost doubling it's already lengthy reach.
"What're you talking about!?"
With his strength diminished, he did the only thing he could do.
"Do not play the fool, boy. You've all been sent here to re-capture us, and take our 'scales' or whatever it is!"
He tried to stall.
"It will not happen."
The swordsman bolted towards the devil pawn, and swung the enchanted blade, watching the young boy hide behind his crossed arms. But before that, the large fighter was pushed backwards a great distance by a great gust.
When it ceased, he looked to the skies and found the caster to be a woman with long black hair. He raised his fist, ready to bang it against the door.
The knight's thoughts went towards those inside who had just escaped captivity. Among them, was a young child, barely able to hold a sword in her two hands. A small child such as her should not suffer as a prisoner. Whatever it is that they were planning, it would not reach past his guard. From what he could tell, it was easy to see that they were captured for some kind of material or resource, whatever these 'scales' were that their captors always threw around as a topic of discussion.
He'd seen how powerful the magics that could be cast by the ones inside. If their foes would cast spells from a distance, then this should be able to even it out a little.
As long as they kept at a distance, there was nothing that he could do.
Requesting a caster, his fist smashed against the cathedral's front doors, praying that the guidance of the moon would be with him. The fates of those within hangs on his performance.