The Steep Path Ahead [Familiar of Zero AU]
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Yeah, but the other is the motherfucking Gandaflr
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GiftOfLove
From the Heart
Not everyone is Karin. Karin is to normal mages what normal mages are to commoners.
Gandalfr is the one that will literally let you solo most of an army.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Not everyone is Karin. Karin is to normal mages what normal mages are to commoners.
Gandalfr is the one that will literally let you solo most of an army.
While it's true that not every mage is Karin, it's also true that not every mage is Karin's husband. Centurion was by no means representative of a normal mage.
He did that at peak emotional strength with a haxx magic eating sword. Gandalfr has much less feats in this fic, and the last two times Saito fought powerful mages (assassin-Wardes and Sheffield) he got wrecked. No Derflinger means he has no hard counters to magic.
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- Location
- Poland
Really? Really?
I only saw a picture of this thing (anime?) on the internet once. It was just as ridiculous then as it is now.
- Location
- USA
I think this is an appropriate answer to all of Japan. (But I bet you guys can still find some other good ones.)
Chapter Eighty-Eight
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Louise's father had to be old. Well, he didn't look old, but if he had served under the previous King, and was now retired, he had his years on his back to account for, didn't he?
As it turned out, it didn't matter one bit to Louise's dad. The Manticore moved with grace and speed, and as whips of water began to form from the man's chant, they departed like blossoming petals of a rose from the top of his wand. Only, they were deadly whips of supersonic water that seemed keen on shattering the ground around Saito's feet rather than actually strike at him.
It was pretty obvious that the man had no intention of actually killing him, no matter what hard front he put on. On one side, this eased Saito's mind. On the other, he really didn't want to be considered as someone who needed a token victory.
He clenched the sword tightly, and narrowed his eyes. The whips all formed and disappeared swiftly, blurring forth with great speed and immobilizing him on the spot for the Manticore to pin him down. That was the plan from what Saito could understand. Preventing him from moving, and then pushing him down to have a victory.
Well, he couldn't have that.
He didn't have a scabbard for the Iaido technique, but considering how bulky the sword was -even if it felt lighter than air in his hands- he could do something else.
He slammed his sword down on the ground with enough strength to shatter the compact dirt and send tiny ripples out, at the same time pulling up from the floor itself a few hard rocks with a single fluid movement. He spun the blade and slammed the flat side home against the rock's sides, sending them to strike at Louise's father. The Manticore aptly dodged out of the way, and in those scant few seconds before they would reach him, Saito charged forward, the change of position having changed the whips' target too.
When he reappeared by Pierre's side, the Manticore's legs made a quick turn, eyes narrow as it tried to prevent the outflanking of its master. Pierre's wand, clad within a sword, moved at the same time to parry the blow.
"The flat of the blade?" he mused dryly, "You are not taking this very seriously, are you?" he added hotly, his eyes alight with passion. "That won't do-That won't do at all!"
A blast of water exploded outwardly from the top of the man's sword, sending Saito backwards as the runes in his hand briefly burst to life, most of the strength behind the magical attack denied as the boy landed backwards, the blade surrounded by circling water. Saito didn't waste the chance to swing his blade, unleashing the blast straight at the manticore's face, which closed its eyes on instinct.
Saito took that as the cue to charge right ahead and slam his right foot on the creature's nose, going for a frontal charge. As he slammed the side of the sword against Pierre's rapier, the form blurred and disappeared together with the man, leaving behind only a puddle of water.
"The proprieties of a Water Mage are as follow, depending upon their level of expertise," the man said calmly, his voice coming from behind Saito as he deftly avoided a thrust of the rapier. "Dot level Water Mages conjure forth water in pressurized blasts, are renowned alchemists and can deal with minor scrapes. Line level Water Mages can lift river courses to use as streams of attack, summon forth whips and control them, and generally start doing nifty tricks that made Water Mages renowned as tenacious bastards like healing themselves while still fighting," the man smiled as he thrust with his rapier again and again.
The ground beneath Saito's feet suddenly stopped being dirt, and as he dropped down to his knees, he began to parry the blows that came raining down on him. "Triangle is where it becomes even worse, boy! Be smart enough, and you can make illusions, turn invisible, develop truly devastating combinations of destruction-and the chanting on Dot spells drops down considerably," the man smiled even as the quicksand turned back to earth once more, trapping Saito's feet. "Against any soldier, trapping their mobility is a sure way of defeating them."
Saito's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the man pushed back his rapier. In that instant, he broke free from the dirt by slamming his sword's flat side on the ground, using it as an impromptu lever as he spun in mid-air, bearing the full crushing weight of the sword upon the man's rapier, which however gingerly deflected the blow away.
"There's no grace in your movements, boy!" Pierre snapped. "There's no grace at all! You should fight with a mace then, or perhaps a greatsword. Definitely not with a weapon that requires such careful handling!"
"You talk too much," Saito said.
"Maybe because you talk too little," Pierre replied with a warm chuckle. He really wasn't taking him seriously, was he?
Swinging the blade towards Pierre's frame, the man simply began to chant as he stepped away from the crescent arc the tip of the sword made, before stumbling slightly back as the blade of wind impacted against his rapier, nearly losing his grip on it. He blinked as he suddenly found himself staring straight into the eyes of Saito, who had swung his sword right under the man's guard and impacted it against his armor.
There was a resounding 'dong' as the flat side of the blade struck the armor, and as Pierre sighed and sheathed his rapier, the man shook his head. "This doesn't even feel like a proper fight at all. Seriously boy," the man shook his head as he watched his wife from the balcony purse her lips in thought, while Louise was simply smiling at the boy's victory. "That was a pretty pathetic display of spirit."
"I-Well," Saito blinked. "It's just-how can I take you seriously?"
"Fair point," Pierre said with a sigh, his shoulders slumping down. "Beneath this armor there's enough flub to make me look like a jellyfish. Once, I was the most desirable male of all Tristain," he added as he twirled his mustache with his fingers, "Now if I were to don an armor, I'd look like a fool, or perhaps the court jester," he shook his head. "I even prepared this choreography in my mind where any suitor of my daughters would have to face me with everything he had, and then we'd end up clashing fist against fist."
There were stars in the man's eyes, "Just like the good old times." There was a wistful smile on his face. "Oh well, these are just the ramblings of an old fool. It isn't as if I would have stopped you from marrying my daughter no matter the results. She had nothing but praise for you for the whole week you were asleep," here his voice turned dark, "Seriously, daughters should all be daddy's little girls at least until they are thirty, or maybe forty. This is such an unfair thing." The Duke of La Valliere grabbed his rapier a bit more tightly, his eyes narrow and clouded.
Saito took a step back, the sudden pressure of 'death' exuding from the man's frame utterly different than the relaxed one he had on before.
His eyes lit up with promises of wanton murder.
Unfortunately, Louise arrived in a hurry to jump in Saito's arms with a bright smile, which all but deflated the Duke's rekindled instinct of murdering the man in front of him.
On the other hand, if the boy wouldn't take him seriously, then perhaps it was time for Amethyst and Daphne to take a stab at him. Maybe not really a 'stab' as much as a 'bite'.
The two had said they wouldn't have minded taking another 'sip' out of him, so he was sure they'd be delighted at the opportunity of having a snack.
Truly, he was doing this out of concern for Louise.
She would need a strong person by her side.
The assassin that killed Cattleya, after all, had been someone so strong he had knocked Karin out in a single blow.
Louise's father had to be old. Well, he didn't look old, but if he had served under the previous King, and was now retired, he had his years on his back to account for, didn't he?
As it turned out, it didn't matter one bit to Louise's dad. The Manticore moved with grace and speed, and as whips of water began to form from the man's chant, they departed like blossoming petals of a rose from the top of his wand. Only, they were deadly whips of supersonic water that seemed keen on shattering the ground around Saito's feet rather than actually strike at him.
It was pretty obvious that the man had no intention of actually killing him, no matter what hard front he put on. On one side, this eased Saito's mind. On the other, he really didn't want to be considered as someone who needed a token victory.
He clenched the sword tightly, and narrowed his eyes. The whips all formed and disappeared swiftly, blurring forth with great speed and immobilizing him on the spot for the Manticore to pin him down. That was the plan from what Saito could understand. Preventing him from moving, and then pushing him down to have a victory.
Well, he couldn't have that.
He didn't have a scabbard for the Iaido technique, but considering how bulky the sword was -even if it felt lighter than air in his hands- he could do something else.
He slammed his sword down on the ground with enough strength to shatter the compact dirt and send tiny ripples out, at the same time pulling up from the floor itself a few hard rocks with a single fluid movement. He spun the blade and slammed the flat side home against the rock's sides, sending them to strike at Louise's father. The Manticore aptly dodged out of the way, and in those scant few seconds before they would reach him, Saito charged forward, the change of position having changed the whips' target too.
When he reappeared by Pierre's side, the Manticore's legs made a quick turn, eyes narrow as it tried to prevent the outflanking of its master. Pierre's wand, clad within a sword, moved at the same time to parry the blow.
"The flat of the blade?" he mused dryly, "You are not taking this very seriously, are you?" he added hotly, his eyes alight with passion. "That won't do-That won't do at all!"
A blast of water exploded outwardly from the top of the man's sword, sending Saito backwards as the runes in his hand briefly burst to life, most of the strength behind the magical attack denied as the boy landed backwards, the blade surrounded by circling water. Saito didn't waste the chance to swing his blade, unleashing the blast straight at the manticore's face, which closed its eyes on instinct.
Saito took that as the cue to charge right ahead and slam his right foot on the creature's nose, going for a frontal charge. As he slammed the side of the sword against Pierre's rapier, the form blurred and disappeared together with the man, leaving behind only a puddle of water.
"The proprieties of a Water Mage are as follow, depending upon their level of expertise," the man said calmly, his voice coming from behind Saito as he deftly avoided a thrust of the rapier. "Dot level Water Mages conjure forth water in pressurized blasts, are renowned alchemists and can deal with minor scrapes. Line level Water Mages can lift river courses to use as streams of attack, summon forth whips and control them, and generally start doing nifty tricks that made Water Mages renowned as tenacious bastards like healing themselves while still fighting," the man smiled as he thrust with his rapier again and again.
The ground beneath Saito's feet suddenly stopped being dirt, and as he dropped down to his knees, he began to parry the blows that came raining down on him. "Triangle is where it becomes even worse, boy! Be smart enough, and you can make illusions, turn invisible, develop truly devastating combinations of destruction-and the chanting on Dot spells drops down considerably," the man smiled even as the quicksand turned back to earth once more, trapping Saito's feet. "Against any soldier, trapping their mobility is a sure way of defeating them."
Saito's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the man pushed back his rapier. In that instant, he broke free from the dirt by slamming his sword's flat side on the ground, using it as an impromptu lever as he spun in mid-air, bearing the full crushing weight of the sword upon the man's rapier, which however gingerly deflected the blow away.
"There's no grace in your movements, boy!" Pierre snapped. "There's no grace at all! You should fight with a mace then, or perhaps a greatsword. Definitely not with a weapon that requires such careful handling!"
"You talk too much," Saito said.
"Maybe because you talk too little," Pierre replied with a warm chuckle. He really wasn't taking him seriously, was he?
Swinging the blade towards Pierre's frame, the man simply began to chant as he stepped away from the crescent arc the tip of the sword made, before stumbling slightly back as the blade of wind impacted against his rapier, nearly losing his grip on it. He blinked as he suddenly found himself staring straight into the eyes of Saito, who had swung his sword right under the man's guard and impacted it against his armor.
There was a resounding 'dong' as the flat side of the blade struck the armor, and as Pierre sighed and sheathed his rapier, the man shook his head. "This doesn't even feel like a proper fight at all. Seriously boy," the man shook his head as he watched his wife from the balcony purse her lips in thought, while Louise was simply smiling at the boy's victory. "That was a pretty pathetic display of spirit."
"I-Well," Saito blinked. "It's just-how can I take you seriously?"
"Fair point," Pierre said with a sigh, his shoulders slumping down. "Beneath this armor there's enough flub to make me look like a jellyfish. Once, I was the most desirable male of all Tristain," he added as he twirled his mustache with his fingers, "Now if I were to don an armor, I'd look like a fool, or perhaps the court jester," he shook his head. "I even prepared this choreography in my mind where any suitor of my daughters would have to face me with everything he had, and then we'd end up clashing fist against fist."
There were stars in the man's eyes, "Just like the good old times." There was a wistful smile on his face. "Oh well, these are just the ramblings of an old fool. It isn't as if I would have stopped you from marrying my daughter no matter the results. She had nothing but praise for you for the whole week you were asleep," here his voice turned dark, "Seriously, daughters should all be daddy's little girls at least until they are thirty, or maybe forty. This is such an unfair thing." The Duke of La Valliere grabbed his rapier a bit more tightly, his eyes narrow and clouded.
Saito took a step back, the sudden pressure of 'death' exuding from the man's frame utterly different than the relaxed one he had on before.
His eyes lit up with promises of wanton murder.
Unfortunately, Louise arrived in a hurry to jump in Saito's arms with a bright smile, which all but deflated the Duke's rekindled instinct of murdering the man in front of him.
On the other hand, if the boy wouldn't take him seriously, then perhaps it was time for Amethyst and Daphne to take a stab at him. Maybe not really a 'stab' as much as a 'bite'.
The two had said they wouldn't have minded taking another 'sip' out of him, so he was sure they'd be delighted at the opportunity of having a snack.
Truly, he was doing this out of concern for Louise.
She would need a strong person by her side.
The assassin that killed Cattleya, after all, had been someone so strong he had knocked Karin out in a single blow.
Wobulator
Within 1 AU of you!
- Location
- Mars
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Do they actually know most of what it does?Seriously, Louise, Saito, swallow down your bloody pride and grab Derf back after this. Between assassins from just about half the world, you will downright need it.
Well, this chapter is adorable in a strange sort of way. The whole 'overprotective father' trope is a little overdone, but then again this is a story with a harem comedy as its source material. Technically fluffy is still fluffy
... right, Shade fic. I almost forgot.
... right, Shade fic. I almost forgot.
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Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
... As far as I know, in the setting only Elves, particularly potent examples of Firstborn and creatures like Under-what's-her-name can manage that. Not humans.
This should be interesting.
EDIT: Undercurrent - right, that was it.
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Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Is this a hint at Saito using BFS's in the future?
Cause everyone knows the protagonist always has the biggest one.
- Location
- The Old Dominion
A great sword though wouldn't really be practical unless Saito's planning to take on pike formations which is what great swords were designed to fight, they aren't really practical for combat against other weapons because of their slow speed in comparison to other one and two handed weaponry. A long sword would be a more practical two handed weapon and vastly quicker weapon to use in combat if he needed a larger sword.
Why would a great sword be useful against pikes?
- Location
- Germany
you actually can't really say that, while your answer would be true for normal people due the sheer weight of the sword, you forget that saito probably could swing it as easily as a normal sword due his familiar powers, if anything it would make saito quite quite a fearful opponent
Frakir's brother
Goodbye.
- Location
- The Sea of Trees
Momentum, despite having the strength to swing it as if it were a normal sword, without something to anchor him to the ground, the sword would be swinging him instead of the other way around.
- Location
- The Old Dominion
Indeed no matter how strong someone is physics comes into play when it comes to weapons use.
More pointedly pike formations, solders using great swords would attack to disrupt the enemy formation, knocking away pikes to attack the pike-men themselves who were often less heavily armored than other solders or even unarmored and were densely packed together. There are also accounts of such swords damaging and even cutting off pike heads as well.
Such attacks would be followed by an attack by your own pike formation against the enemy's .
Another common battlefield weapon for this sort of time was the halberd which unlike the pike used offensively in formation to roll over enemy formations and the great sword which was used to attempt to disrupt pike formations was often deployed defensively to protect firearm using troops.
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- Location
- Germany
Never said he should, just that it would be possible and that for saito or rather his weaponhandling normal limitations don't apply due void ex machina, I mean come on the last fight clearly showed that even physics only apply if saito is not actively doing something that ignores them
Chapter Eighty-Nine
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Saito couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was because he was used to having Louise nearby, but without her in the same room, he felt restless. He stood up from his bed and made his way to the window, gazing out at the moons hanging up in the sky. He wondered if his parents would ever forgive their wayward son for not returning home, but he was an adult, and it was time he made his own decisions, and lived by his own rules.
He squashed down the lingering longing for home and turned his attention to the reflection in the window of his face. "Mom would be so proud of me doing something good with my life other than simply breathing and living on," he chuckled as the door behind him creaked open, a light cloud of fog seeping in.
Frowning, the boy turned with a hand already on the hilt of his dagger, the blade being -for safety reasons- always in its sheathe by his waist. Perhaps this was another test of the Duke? It could pretty much-
The door slammed open with thundering strength, shattering it off its hinges as a figure with dark hair rushed the distance between the doorway and him in a split-second, a hand the size of a child's reaching his chest and then pushing him outside, through the window itself.
Saito had barely the time to blink as his back crashed against the glass, past it, and off into the air. His back burned with pain as blood dripped across his sight, the shards of glass embedded deep within his shoulders. The child-like figure was upon him in a second, eyes narrow and crimson as vivid imagery of black leathery wings spread from her back, fangs gleaming in the night.
Within seconds, Saito's left hand gripped at the thrusting claws of the vampire, and his body spun in mid-air, dagger and runes both shining brightly like the sunlight as they proceeded to swipe away at the creature's shadowy wings. The boy jumped in mid-air, using the vampire's falling body as a stepping stone to reach the lake's center, where he slammed in with a spin, slicing the water surface and forcing a column of water to erupt upon his landing spot.
Gasping for air as he emerged, he saw no signs of the vampire.
"Gah!" he coughed, "L-Louise," he muttered, eyes narrow as he began to rush back to the shore. The moment his right hand touched the ground, a foot slammed upon it, and he lifted his gaze to stare at the lolita -couldn't be anything but a lolita- that was looking down on him with a bloodied shard of glass in her right hand.
Slowly, the vampire licked the glass once with her tongue, the smile on her face positively feral. "I will enjoy you for dinner," the creature of the night said darkly, "And then I might move on to more appetizing things."
Saito screamed as he tried to push the foot off his hand, but once it became clear that it wouldn't be possible from that position, he pushed it down and cracked the very ground. The vampire had to jump back with a whistle of approval, but she then stopped whistling as she was forced to dodge the swings coming her way.
"You're fast," the vampire murmured, "But not fast enough-"
Her left arm fell neatly on the ground, making the vampire actually blink. "Uh-I didn't feel that-" The next hit went straight for her eye, slamming her body on the ground as Saito gasped for air, the foe vanquished in front of him.
His eyes widened and he felt his stomach knot itself at the gory sight, and thus missed the twitching severed limb that stood back up, and then flexed its fingers to jump right for Saito's throat, squeezing at his neck.
"Really? Not even finishing the job?" the vampire sat back up, removing the dagger with her remaining hand as the eye reformed, the wounds sizzling to a close. "Don't you know that as long as a vampire isn't burned to ashes, we can regenerate at will?" she stood up as Saito clutched the limb still squeezing at him. "We are the cursed-the born of death," the vampire grinned as she showed her fangs, her remaining hand gingerly caressing with the tip of its index Saito's nose ridge as the boy's face turned blue from lack of oxygen. "Just because I'm cute doesn't mean you get to underestimate me."
She straddled him and brought her fangs to bare, "Time to dig in then~"
The second dagger slammed home in her heart, making her wince as her chest fractured under the strength of the blow and sent her flying backwards. Saito's eyes were closed as one of his hands moved to grip the limb that menaced to snap his neck and squeezed it off him, the wrist shattering.
"Yoh lady," Saito's mouth spoke. "Tis I, Derflinger." His right hand massaged his neck, "You sure did a number on the user," he added. "Still alive though-should have been faster."
"So it was you back then?" the vampire muttered as her body reformed itself, tendrils of blood lurching from the severed hand to reconnect with the limb. "No, your stance is different-"
"Let's just say We Are Legion," Derflinger replied, the runes shining. "But time's short. I'd love to speak with such a nice girl like you a bit more, but if you're trying to kill the User, then I'll just have to kill you first."
Then, Saito's body bent his knees down and began to rush forward, cracking the ground beneath his feet as he drove the dagger down. As the vampire brought her arms up to block the blow, Saito's body twisted at an unnatural angle to slam his foot against the girl's stomach making her bend in two as the blade of the dagger came cruising down for the neck.
Whips of earth grabbed the boy's arm, paralyzing it in place as a second girl appeared with a startled expression.
"Amethyst, are you all right?"
"Sister-aim for the blade," Amethyst spoke as she rushed away, "I think I've seen enough."
The rocks shattered around the imprisoned limb, and as they did Saito's body was free to rush forth once more.
"Pierre," Karin said with a desperate sigh, looking from the window at the battle down below. "Would you kindly go down there and stop them before they ruin the gardens and wake up everyone in the house? Everyone who isn't already awake, that is."
Pierre nervously laughed, "Why! Amethyst and Daphne are no rookies, they put everyone except us to sleep with a Sleep spell-"
And that was when Saito's body flopped down, the runes running out abruptly of power. "And it is now over," Pierre added with a thoughtful look. "The boy fought very well."
"Perhaps," Karin acquiesced. "Perhaps he did, but his movements are all over the place."
"I can arrange for someone to train him," Pierre said. "I know of a few who would be willing, but Osmond might not be amenable."
Karin rolled her eyes. "I'll talk with the man myself. If he agreed to one bodyguard, he can agree to two."
Pierre winced. "Could you let me do the talking, dear wife? Please?"
Karin huffed, not at all convinced.
"If you do not have to talk with the headmaster, you'll have more time with Louise," Pierre pointed out smoothly. His wife quickly conceded the well-thought point, and headed back to bed.
When Saito woke up the next morning, he felt as if somebody had beaten the living crap out of him.
He also felt faint, as if somebody had sucked him dry of blood.
Yet, somehow, the vivid dream of having slept with two pretty girls was also there, and the main reason why he didn't think the day would be so bad.
Louise stepping inside his room and then balking suddenly changed his mood.
There actually were two sleeping girls in his bed, together with him.
And they were sleeping like rocks, each using one of his arms as a pillow.
Louise, very calmly, brought her wand out.
"L-Louise, I-I do-don't know how this happened-I can't explain this-" Saito whimpered.
"Of course you can explain," Louise replied sweetly, with a wise nod as crackling electricity made her hair rise up. "After I've vaporized you, you can explain in the afterlife to the Founder and the Gods how much of a horny dog you are!"
Then, all was explosions.
Saito couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was because he was used to having Louise nearby, but without her in the same room, he felt restless. He stood up from his bed and made his way to the window, gazing out at the moons hanging up in the sky. He wondered if his parents would ever forgive their wayward son for not returning home, but he was an adult, and it was time he made his own decisions, and lived by his own rules.
He squashed down the lingering longing for home and turned his attention to the reflection in the window of his face. "Mom would be so proud of me doing something good with my life other than simply breathing and living on," he chuckled as the door behind him creaked open, a light cloud of fog seeping in.
Frowning, the boy turned with a hand already on the hilt of his dagger, the blade being -for safety reasons- always in its sheathe by his waist. Perhaps this was another test of the Duke? It could pretty much-
The door slammed open with thundering strength, shattering it off its hinges as a figure with dark hair rushed the distance between the doorway and him in a split-second, a hand the size of a child's reaching his chest and then pushing him outside, through the window itself.
Saito had barely the time to blink as his back crashed against the glass, past it, and off into the air. His back burned with pain as blood dripped across his sight, the shards of glass embedded deep within his shoulders. The child-like figure was upon him in a second, eyes narrow and crimson as vivid imagery of black leathery wings spread from her back, fangs gleaming in the night.
Within seconds, Saito's left hand gripped at the thrusting claws of the vampire, and his body spun in mid-air, dagger and runes both shining brightly like the sunlight as they proceeded to swipe away at the creature's shadowy wings. The boy jumped in mid-air, using the vampire's falling body as a stepping stone to reach the lake's center, where he slammed in with a spin, slicing the water surface and forcing a column of water to erupt upon his landing spot.
Gasping for air as he emerged, he saw no signs of the vampire.
"Gah!" he coughed, "L-Louise," he muttered, eyes narrow as he began to rush back to the shore. The moment his right hand touched the ground, a foot slammed upon it, and he lifted his gaze to stare at the lolita -couldn't be anything but a lolita- that was looking down on him with a bloodied shard of glass in her right hand.
Slowly, the vampire licked the glass once with her tongue, the smile on her face positively feral. "I will enjoy you for dinner," the creature of the night said darkly, "And then I might move on to more appetizing things."
Saito screamed as he tried to push the foot off his hand, but once it became clear that it wouldn't be possible from that position, he pushed it down and cracked the very ground. The vampire had to jump back with a whistle of approval, but she then stopped whistling as she was forced to dodge the swings coming her way.
"You're fast," the vampire murmured, "But not fast enough-"
Her left arm fell neatly on the ground, making the vampire actually blink. "Uh-I didn't feel that-" The next hit went straight for her eye, slamming her body on the ground as Saito gasped for air, the foe vanquished in front of him.
His eyes widened and he felt his stomach knot itself at the gory sight, and thus missed the twitching severed limb that stood back up, and then flexed its fingers to jump right for Saito's throat, squeezing at his neck.
"Really? Not even finishing the job?" the vampire sat back up, removing the dagger with her remaining hand as the eye reformed, the wounds sizzling to a close. "Don't you know that as long as a vampire isn't burned to ashes, we can regenerate at will?" she stood up as Saito clutched the limb still squeezing at him. "We are the cursed-the born of death," the vampire grinned as she showed her fangs, her remaining hand gingerly caressing with the tip of its index Saito's nose ridge as the boy's face turned blue from lack of oxygen. "Just because I'm cute doesn't mean you get to underestimate me."
She straddled him and brought her fangs to bare, "Time to dig in then~"
The second dagger slammed home in her heart, making her wince as her chest fractured under the strength of the blow and sent her flying backwards. Saito's eyes were closed as one of his hands moved to grip the limb that menaced to snap his neck and squeezed it off him, the wrist shattering.
"Yoh lady," Saito's mouth spoke. "Tis I, Derflinger." His right hand massaged his neck, "You sure did a number on the user," he added. "Still alive though-should have been faster."
"So it was you back then?" the vampire muttered as her body reformed itself, tendrils of blood lurching from the severed hand to reconnect with the limb. "No, your stance is different-"
"Let's just say We Are Legion," Derflinger replied, the runes shining. "But time's short. I'd love to speak with such a nice girl like you a bit more, but if you're trying to kill the User, then I'll just have to kill you first."
Then, Saito's body bent his knees down and began to rush forward, cracking the ground beneath his feet as he drove the dagger down. As the vampire brought her arms up to block the blow, Saito's body twisted at an unnatural angle to slam his foot against the girl's stomach making her bend in two as the blade of the dagger came cruising down for the neck.
Whips of earth grabbed the boy's arm, paralyzing it in place as a second girl appeared with a startled expression.
"Amethyst, are you all right?"
"Sister-aim for the blade," Amethyst spoke as she rushed away, "I think I've seen enough."
The rocks shattered around the imprisoned limb, and as they did Saito's body was free to rush forth once more.
"Pierre," Karin said with a desperate sigh, looking from the window at the battle down below. "Would you kindly go down there and stop them before they ruin the gardens and wake up everyone in the house? Everyone who isn't already awake, that is."
Pierre nervously laughed, "Why! Amethyst and Daphne are no rookies, they put everyone except us to sleep with a Sleep spell-"
And that was when Saito's body flopped down, the runes running out abruptly of power. "And it is now over," Pierre added with a thoughtful look. "The boy fought very well."
"Perhaps," Karin acquiesced. "Perhaps he did, but his movements are all over the place."
"I can arrange for someone to train him," Pierre said. "I know of a few who would be willing, but Osmond might not be amenable."
Karin rolled her eyes. "I'll talk with the man myself. If he agreed to one bodyguard, he can agree to two."
Pierre winced. "Could you let me do the talking, dear wife? Please?"
Karin huffed, not at all convinced.
"If you do not have to talk with the headmaster, you'll have more time with Louise," Pierre pointed out smoothly. His wife quickly conceded the well-thought point, and headed back to bed.
When Saito woke up the next morning, he felt as if somebody had beaten the living crap out of him.
He also felt faint, as if somebody had sucked him dry of blood.
Yet, somehow, the vivid dream of having slept with two pretty girls was also there, and the main reason why he didn't think the day would be so bad.
Louise stepping inside his room and then balking suddenly changed his mood.
There actually were two sleeping girls in his bed, together with him.
And they were sleeping like rocks, each using one of his arms as a pillow.
Louise, very calmly, brought her wand out.
"L-Louise, I-I do-don't know how this happened-I can't explain this-" Saito whimpered.
"Of course you can explain," Louise replied sweetly, with a wise nod as crackling electricity made her hair rise up. "After I've vaporized you, you can explain in the afterlife to the Founder and the Gods how much of a horny dog you are!"
Then, all was explosions.
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- Location
- NY
if nothing else at least he has undead waifu twins checked off his bucket list.
Harem protag genes go!
Harem protag genes go!
Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
It's a good place to end this. Hiraga Saito, rest in peace, may the Founder forgive you as Louise won't.
