The user of infinite masks (op male reader x highschool dxd)

Ch 19 an extremly brutal practice session

Y/n: dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit, DAMMIT!

I yelled to myself as I was forced to dodge, and run as far away as I could from, Nyarla as she sent out waves upon waves of black tentacles at me while letting out a sadistic smirk

Nyarla: how many times do we have to say it to you, y/n? If you wanna survive. Either summon one of your arcana's or use our abilities against us!

Y/n: that's pretty hard to do, when your being chased by tentacles that have the power to re-write, or change the rules and events of everything they touch, or if you wanted them to. can change the rules implanted on itself in order to do and accomplish literally ANYTHING!

Philemon: stop trying to make small talk, and pay attention during your practice session!

Before I could process what Philemon said. I was forced to block using the back of my great-sword as he fell from the sky, and kicked my blade with such tremendous force, that I was sent skidding a few feet back. Not letting me get a chance to think things through, he quickly ran up to me and began throwing a fury of punches at me, which I deflected by barley matching each of his strikes with the edge of my blades

Y/n: Ergh! Do not fear change: all things must come to an end.

As I was in the middle of my chant, Philemon pulled back his right hand then threw a element covered punch at me, which I narrowly sidestepped past then tried to warp him away with a swing of my kouha infused great sword. Only for the mask wearing spirit guide's eye to let out a glint as my left hand was nearly cut off by some unknown attack, making me be stunned long enough for him to send me flying with a powerful roundhouse kick that most likely would've broke most of my rib's if we were doing this outside of this void

Y/n: Agh!... Beauty lies in the transition. Do not delay the inevitable- you threaten your own future in the process.

While I was close to finishing my chant, One of Nyarla's tentacles dart towards me and wrapped itself around my neck. Before I could use the last bit of air I had in my lungs to bring forth, death. All the air I had was knocked out of my body when philemon instantly got in front of my restrained form, and punched me in the stomach, making me go limp while I dropped my blades

Seeing that I couldn't fight anymore, Philemon began fixing his suit as Nyarla walks up to us while letting her tentacle let go of me, letting me finally take a couple deep breaths as fem Orpheus, and messiah appeared behind me then used neo cadenza, and oratorio to Rebuff myself, and heal all the wounds I obtained, along with re-attaching my nearly cut off hand

Nyarla: ah, the old "dismember from the reflection." Haven't seen you do that in so long, Philemon. But I didn't expect you to do it using your own eye as a reflection.

Philemon: well what reflection did you expect me to use? There's nothing for me to reflect in this realm of the subconscious, besides our eyes and y/n's blades.

Nyarla: eh, fair point.

While those two were chatting with each other over what they did. I got up from the ground then picked up my great sword, letting the dagger that was still on the 'ground' disperse into ash

Y/n: ok. Mental note: don't ever use two weapons at the same time during the start of a fight with actually powerful opponents. Just stick with the great sword.

Nyarla: or you could just summon one of my tendrils to temporarily hold both of your weapons together. Or better yet use philemon's power to use all of your persona's powers, and the powers of all things fictional, and nonfictional combined.

Y/n: and for the last time. I didn't master it to the point where I can do that! The most I can manage is using it to summon persona variants of everything. But I've never bothered to use them during battle cause there's just TOO many options!