Cerberus HQ, Training Grounds: 936, May 14th, Monday, 11:30 AM.
The ground shook violently, the clash of fists colliding with steel echoed across HQ as the battle between Sebastian, Theo and the exile prolonged further. The knight that had woken up from his slumber was relentless in his assault, proving to be a challenge against the temporary truce between King’s right hand and the major.
Sebastian slid across the dirt into a spiraling roll, bouncing off the ground multiple times before coming to a stop. “Ugh… my head…” he groaned while picking himself up—stumbling a few times on his way up.
Despite his enhanced strength thanks to his spectral gear—which burned brightly with crimson light. Sebastian panted heavily while sweat rolled down his face, gripping his black and crimson blade tightly. His shoulders dropped with fatigue, and the upper part of his torso was at full display—having his clothes torn up during the fight.
“The exile huh…” he breathed—observing Theo as he tried to fend off the daemon. “This guy’s no joke…”
The blonde knight of the order retreated hastily with the help of the wind—flailing his arms elegantly while avoiding the relentless attacks of his opponent. Despite his calm expression however, Theo’s breath grew heavier by the second as he struggled to match the speed of his foe. The daemon in the other hand, would not slow down on his assault, swinging his arms ruthlessly against the knight.
“…!” Theo’s sharp senses kicked off abruptly with a sudden warning—prompting him jump high in the air.
“Try and block this!” Sebastian emerged from behind him with a wide swing of his sword, slicing the air in a horizontal attack.
Theo flipped backwards and above blade of the major, watching the sword travel straight into the daemon with Sebastian’s full strength. The ground shook slightly as the black steel of the spectral sword clashed with the exile’s arm—incapable of breaking the tissue on his skin.
“So much for two birds with one stone…” the major frowned.
Fierce and relentless—like a wild animal guided by pure instinct, the daemon lunged forward against his foe into a powerful elbow to the face—connecting with the major’s nose. The strength of the impact drew a large amount of blood from Sebastian as his head sprung backwards, but the daemon wouldn’t let out on his assault just yet.
The black-haired daemon compressed his fingers into a tight fist, pumping the muscles in his arm with the sheer pressure that ran through them. He pulled his arm backwards at a lower angle, propelling it back forward into a powerful uppercut. The daemon’s fist sliced the air on his way up, plunging his knuckles on Sebastian’s chin—a clash that caused the air to burst on impact. The major clenched his jaw as the force of the uppercut lifted his feet from the dirt, propelling upwards in a straight line.
Theo completed his leap backwards by landing on his feet after evading Sebastian’s sword, stumbling backwards to regain his balance. He placed one hand on his chest as he panted for air, exhausted by the fight. His break would end abruptly however, as the stomping sounds of the daemon snapped him back into action.
“…!” the knight opened his eyes wide as a loud gasp escaped his lips, witnessing the major plummeting from the air and drop to the ground into a cloud of dust—lastly realizing that the daemon was already mere inches in front of him. “Guh!”
The exile’s right fist plowed straight into Theo’s stomach—bending him forward at impact. Continuing his assault, the daemon brutally clobbered the knight with rapid and continues punches against the back of his head, slowly forcing Theo on his knees with every strike. Craving more violence, the daemon grabbed his foe by the ankle in one hand—lifting him up swiftly, and slamming him back down at full force.
“Gah!” Theo’s back crashed against the ground before being pulled up in the air a second time.
The knight was slammed against the dirt as the daemon swung him up and down repeatedly, using Theo’s body to rip open a massive hole with every strike—wielding him like a hammer. His back ricochet against the dirt until a large cloud of dust formed around them, his vision blurring further as his consciousness faded to black.
Despite his bestial behavior however, the daemon’s senses remained as sharp as the most disciplined of knights—sensing the barrage of crimson shells traversing the air in his direction. Turning around while keeping a tight grip on Theo’s ankle, the exile used the knight’s body to swat the projectiles away in a single motion—Releasing his grip from Theo’s leg, and catapulting him away.
“Ah crap!” Sebastian’s eyebrows raised in shock, unable to react in time against his opponent’s counterattack.
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In an incredible display of velocity, the daemon cut the distance between in less than a second—causing the major to tumble backwards in surprise. The exile wasted no time in continuing what he left undone, lunging himself at the Cerberus officer. By the time Sebastian’s body could react to his adversary’s movements however, the daemon’s knee already sunk deep in his abdomen—delivering a burning sense of pain that traveled across his entrie body.
“Agh!” Saliva spewed out of the major’s mouth, his vision turning black as his senses began to shut down.
One last attack was enough to put Sebastian in deep slumber, as the daemon brought down a powerful fist against the back of his head. The major’s face bounced off the ground with great magnitude, and his motionless body plummeted like a lifeless doll after the thundering impact.
Still hungering for more, the daemon’s head snapped towards a bright azure light to his right side—fixing his gaze on Theo. While distracted by the major, the knight used the opportunity to attempt a swift retreat back to Paradise, vanishing slowly into tiny blue particles.
“King must… know of this,” he breathed in between painful groan—bleeding heavily as his back remained torn by the daemon’s violent assault.
The exile broke into a sprint towards the knight however, his lightning-fast steps allowing him to catch up to his prey in a mere instant. The frightening speed of the daemon caused Theo’s heart to accelerated, as even his sharp senses struggled to keep up with the movements of his foe.
A sudden gasp escaped Theo’s lips once his eyes spotted the daemon already in front of him—his arm pulled backwards and ready to thrust forward into a powerful attack. The exile’s fist propelled forth towards Theo’s face, who stared in shock at his situation. A strong gust of wind forced him to shut his eyes suddenly, feeling the cold breeze blow against his face, and sway his long hair backwards.
“You are pathetic,” A snarky voice resonated in Theo’s ears—prompting him to open his eyes quickly. “I should’ve just let him kill you.”
“Loki…” the tense muscles in Theo’s face relaxed at the presence of the order’s champion, huffing before closing his eyes gently as he finally vanished from the battlefield—returning to Paradise.
Loki—who caught the daemons fist in his palm, stared down his opponent with a jeering expression—eagerly grinning with anticipation. “You have no idea…” he spoke. “How long I’ve been waiting for this day.”
Ignoring the man’s words, the exile responded with a powerful left hook—prompting Loki to raise one arm next to his head, absorbing the impact with his forearm. The cheer amount of strength behind the attack caused his arm to recoil abruptly, almost bouncing back into his own face.
“Tch!” Loki clicked his tongue, responding with an attack of his own.
The knight lunged forward with a swift headbutt against the daemon, forcing him back at impact. Clenching his hand tightly into a ball, Loki flung his arm upwards into an uppercut attack—sinking his fist into the exile’s stomach, enough to lift his feet from the ground. Before gravity could force his opponent back down, Loki reacted with powerful left hook against the chin of his foe—hurling him away into a spiral.
“Heh,” the order’s champion huffed a chuckled—watching his opponent soar away and crash back into the dirt. “Is that all you got?” he taunted—watching the daemon stumble back on his feet. “Now this… brings back some memories. You always looked better with your face buried on the dirt.”
Struggling to retain his balance, the exile’s upper body tilted slightly to the side with wabbling legs. Unconcerned by the strength of his opponent, Loki strolled towards him while smirking confidently in his approach. The daemon raised his right arm and stretched it forward in response, curling three of his fingers while extending the remaining two—pressing his index and middle finger together, and pointing them straight at Loki.
“What’s that?” Loki continued with his taunts, shrugging with little concern. “You can’t harm me… no daemon can.” the corner on his lips curved upwards—widening his grin.
The daemon’s eyes suddenly flashed with a crimson light, vanishing from view in the split of a second. In an attempt to predict his opponent’s next move, Loki bent his knees slightly and raised his fists in front, focusing his vision forward.
“What t—!"
Unable to catch up with the daemon’s speed, Loki flinched in shock as his opponent suddenly appeared in front of him—connecting a powerful right hook on his chin immediately after. The knight clenched his jaw as the sharp knuckles collide with his chin, forcing him to spin in place with a blurry vision, and twisting him around with his back towards the daemon.
“Agh!” Another strike forced a scream out of Loki’s lips—bent backwards by a low punch against his spine. “Gh…!”
Defending himself against the daemon’s continuous assault, the knight planted his right foot on the dirt while lifting the left—twisting his body into a spin, and barely avoiding the piercing strike of his opponent’s fist from behind. Loki leaped upwards and crossed his left leg over to the right side—bringing it back down at an angle while aiming for the back of his opponent’s head.
The daemon quickly stepped away to avoid the attack—only grazed by the knight’s foot as the air sliced his cheek open. Loki’s failed attempt to counter the daemon left him open with his back turned, prompting his opponent to respond with a powerful fist against his back. Predicting the daemon’s reaction however, Loki suddenly vanished with an azure light in front of his foe.
“Weak!” he shouted, reappearing behind the exile and landing a powerful kick from behind—striking at his opponent’s head with his foot.
The explosive kick of Loki forced the daemon’s neck to bend to the side violently, hurled away by the strong impact. He bounced off the dirt multiple times before planting his feet on the ground, leaving a trail of dust as he slid away. The cheer force required to stop himself from sliding further bent his upper body backwards, snapping it back into position quickly after coming a stop.
“Hah,” Loki huffed a chuckle—fixing his tense shoulders. “Fine, I’ll take you seriously.” he confidently claimed as he relaxed both arms to his side—keeping palms wide open, and materializing a pair of twin azure swords in his hands. “Now at me, make me get serious for once.”
END OF CHAPTER.