A Knight's Loyalty | Food Fantasy AU Fanfic

Chapter 23 - Fallen Down

They would be here any moment. They had to be. Those two wouldn't just let the town die, would they? Plus, their ties with Sakurajima would only separate the two countries more - not good for a medieval era in the making.

Crisp, fallen leaves crackled as the two made their walk. The lady waited in the shadows for them. It would be any minute now.

Black and white figures entered the forest. The girl smiled in a mischievous way, whilst the boy merely watched with his one visible eye. They stepped closer, and the time was upon them. The time is now.

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Caviar quickly noticed the attack, and stepped in front of Milt, taking in the impact that would have surely killed her. Milt hastily healed Caviar, who immediately got up and defend against more Fallens.

Conchis, Bulimias, Prajnas, Specters, and all other basic Fallens crept from the corners. Queen Conches, Uke Mochis, Orochis, Spectras, and all max evolution Fallens waited in the mist for their clan to fall so they could take over, being more destructive than their minions. If Caviar weren't such a powerful Food Soul, and/or Milt weren't such an amazing healer, the two would be dead.

As the last of the Fallens were defeated, Caviar slowed down, falling back into his normal speed - calm, slow, and relaxed. Milt exhaled with exhaustion, but refused to collapse. She had run out of charms early on, and spent half the battle making more to keep up with Caviar's fighting.

"You know, Caviar," Milt spoke with an exasperated tone. "For once, as you fought, it seemed you were instinctively fighting, not fighting like you knew what would and what wouldn't work. How come?"

". . . ?" Caviar said nothing, but quickly changed that mindset. "Milt, duck."

Milt looked up. "Where-"

An attack flew underneath her chin, nearly grazing her face. Milt's surprised expression showed her astonishment more than her lack of words ever could. Caviar quickly took the incentive to head closer to Milt, making sure no attack could get near her without hitting him first.

The woman from before slipped from the shadows, and Caviar's expression went dark. Milt noticed, but chose not to say anything.

"I'm glad you two came," the lady spoke calmly. Caviar instinctively blocked her from Milt.

"I thought your accent was familiar," he accused. Borscht shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh well, you two are low on stamina. Any moment now, you'll collapse from exhaustion, and I'll simply return you two to Spaghetti."

". . . I won't let you do that."

"It's not about what you want, Caviar," Borscht stated.

"That sounds like a personal problem." A school of fish materialized from thin air and surrounded Borscht. "Now, go back to Spaghetti."

Borscht cast a skill, quickly and silently, and every last fish fell limp. Milt held back a gasp. Caviar watched, and then tightened his fist momentarily.

"Not happening," Borscht retorted plainly and simply. Caviar furrowed his brow.

"Fine. Be that way then, Borscht."