The night has been full for me, but that should be expected when given guard duty over abandoned office building. While the times have changed greatly, the Holy Grail has informed me about historical landmarks and events since my time walking the land of the living.
???: Hey, who the hell are you?
I turn my head to the source of the noise, And notice the human pointing at me with his sword made of light.
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His outfit, which is loosely based on a priest looks impractical for combat, no armor or protective runes to be seen.
???: Not gonna answer, huh? You must be a shitty Devil then. Prepare to die!
He charges at me, slightly faster than a professional human athlete. Far too slow to land a single cut. I won't even have to try. I catch his blade in my hand and grab it before kneeing him in the gut, which sends him flying
Sigurd: You'll never win with those tactics or speed.
???: Shut the fuck up, you shitty Devil!
That seemed to enrage him, and as he staggers to his feet, I sense bloodlust coming from him. Still not threatening at all. He grabs a gun from his coat and points it at me as he wiggles his young around while talking.
???: You thing that just because you can dodge my sword means you won?! HA! I'll slaughter all you shitty Devil's, and those Pagan bastards from the Norse!
I frown at the mention of my homeland, and in an instant, i appear behind him, my hand raised to chop at him.
Sigurd: You do not deserve to face my blade.
My hand dives down and faces no resistance. The preists' face contorts from one of insane glee to one of fear and pain as his torso splits from shoulder to hip
???: B-but how?
I trace the rune for fire into the air and incinerate the corpse of the insane preist.
Crimson's POV
As I dash across rooftops to reach Lancer's location, I get a strange feeling in my gut, as if I'm being watched. I stop and turn my head to the side, letting my elven ears catch any sound my stalker makes. My ear twitches as a twig snaps behind me, channeling prana into my eyes I notice a woman with pink hair and a blindfold covering her eyes.
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