"So you too can hear it." A soft voice cut through the screams in my head and I turned to face Lyle, only to note the paleness and the odd amount of grimacing he had.
"You can feel the pain of the shards in his possession. They want to be freed from his clutches."
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"Oh yeah, Lyle here has that affinity to attract the other swords huh?" Creed humd as he reversed his hold on the sword. "Tell , what is it telling you two?"
"It is telling to shut your damn mouth up for good." Lyle let out a rather uncharacteristic growl as he gripped his gun and blade tightly.
"Ha~ ha~, big words Lyle." Creed gripped the sword tighter while giving off a scary smile. "But I doubt you can back it up. After all, you are practically running on fus."
"Maybe so, but then again, I'm not the only one running on borrowed ti." Lyle looked at Creed with a steady eye. "It must be pretty hard having to maintain the high maintenance of those shards, after all this is the first ti in a long while they were brought together, and considering the manner they were rged, the consumption of energy would be quite strenuous."
"Hehehe~ you are right, but that is why this fight is so much fun to look forward to! and the glutton of a weapon, against a broken test subject and a magician who fights unconventionally in close combat. This will likely be a fight to the death." Creed grabbed his sword tighter, making it give off a wave of malevolent intent. "And I intend to savor it."
Well this was going to be a fun night. I took a quick peek at my dance partner and noted to myself that Creed was not too far off about Lyle running on fus, he honestly looked ready to collapse at any mont, and I would admit that we could use all the help we could get to lessen the disadvantage we have.
"Here, drink this." I handed Lyle a small bottle I brought along. "It is a tonic for your wounds. It won't last long, but at the least you can use it to get your strength back."
"… Why are you handing this to ? Should you not use it on yourself?" Lyle handled the bottle lightly while looking at .
"No offense, but you are looking a lot more ssed up than ." I snorted before gesturing my head towards the general direction of the Fallen Angel. "And as it stands, we are probably going to need all the help we can get to deal with Koko-head over there, so let's get this one done and over with."
"… My thanks." Lyle popped the bottle cap and took one big swing to down the contents, the effects of the tonic making itself apparent from the manner his body straightened and his eyes seed to widen with a fire in them.
"You two done? I like to make so music of blood and screams!" Creed rushed forward with an application of Excalibur 'Rapidly', before twisting his body and using the montum to swing the sword at Lyle. Thankfully he seed to have been invigorated by my tonic and got pushed back lightly, quickly recovering and returning fire with his gun.
Undeterred, Creed transford the weapon into so weird whip that knocked away the rounds before twirling it around to destroy the ground around him, forcing and Lyle to back away from the area.
"Oh, don't leave! I haven't get to hit you yet!" Creed pulled the whip and changed into an odd rapier before thrusting it forward and releasing a bolt of energy right at . I barely had ti to raise my swords when the bolt hit the flat side of the swords and I got pushed back a fair bit. The swords cracked and splintered, eventually breaking from the attack.
"Hah! I finally broke your toys! Now I can WHOA!" Creed stepped forward only to backtrack from an attack by Lyle, thankfully giving ti to check on my Prana levels and to reassess the situation.
Okay, this was going to need a proper weapon. Even if it was so bastardized piece of work, this was still a weapon that was currently B-ranked from the rging of the shards. I should just bring out one of the demonic swords and…
'Ba~ Bump!"
The sudden feel of steel in my hands caught so completely by surprise that I was really thankful for the muscle mory that kicked in to help blocked a surprise attack from Creed and forced him back a few feet away from the sheer strength in my swing. With a quick glance, I looked at the weapon in my hand and for a second ti in a row, found myself so caught up in shock that I nearly dropped the weapon to the ground.
I did not even have ti to consider the weapon to 'Trace', yet here it was, a Noble Phantasm that ca out of its own, and not any weapon. This belonged to one of the British Legends of Old.
Specifically, the Grail Sword of Percival, which was now glowing with a faint green light while giving off defiant waves of energy towards the mockery of the King before it.
How did that happen?!
"WHOA! Now that was a good hit!" Creed sneered as he got back into position. "That actually hurt a little~"
'CRACK!'
All of us directed our attention to the Excalibur Sword, where the blade portion that was struck by the Noble Phantasm was now sporting a huge crack along the blade. Well at least I now know that the sword was not indestructible, likely due to the manner it was put together haphazardly and also the possibility of it missing a couple more shards if I recalled the information correctly. Still it was just a small crack, I need to hit it more.
The other two and the priest however seed to be taking it a little harder.
"What!" Creed hissed at the damage, and for the first ti for the fight, a hint of anger was detectable in his tone. "The heck type of blade is that?! This is supposed to be the second strongest holy weapon around, and it got banged up from so random sword with one hit!" He turned to direct a heated glare at . "What weapon is that?"
"This is impossible!" Galilei was now sounding a little angry himself. "This is supposed to be the strongest Holy Sword around, it would not crack under so imitation! Especially after my modifications!"
"I would like to know that myself, but after I deal with you two." Lyle raised his gun and fired off another set of rounds while rushing forward to intercept with his sword. Creed rely let out an irritated sound as he healed the blade and started to retaliate. I hung back a little as I tried to cancel out my projection only to frown at the odd stubbornness it was presenting.
This was weird; this had to be the first ti that a Noble Phantasm ca out of my Reality Marble on its own and resisted my attempts to return it. I think I have underestimated the amount of displeasure the swords have towards the Excalibur of this world, they have taken it a lot more personal than anticipated.
Fine, I will have to work with this one for now.
I rushed forward in ti to intercept an attack aid for Lyle's neck, using the montum to push Creed back. Gripping the sword with both hands, I swung hard to let loose a wave of Prana that bypassed the holy energy of the sword and made deep cuts one his body.
"GARH!" Creed yelled out in pain and swung in retaliation, transforming his weapon into so nightmarish combination of a scythe and a chainsaw blade as he did so. The serrated edges glowed a deep crimson before they started vibrating. With a hiss, I threw my head back just in the nick of ti to have it trim my hair a little, before it continued on to a wall and seemingly chewed it to bits.
Damn.
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