A knight's quest

[Noire]

(For Demetri~)
　　In the town of Eustia, a quiet little place that is closely knit and everyone knew everyone. It was around noon time and the streets appeared to be empty. A large object blotted out the sky.

　　It took an hour, but the object began hurdling towards Eustia, there’s a massive panic, and within a few seconds a thunderous crash could be heard throughout the town.

　　The worn concrete around the epicenter of the landing has large cracks across a few meters.

　　What is it, a meteor, a satellite?

When the dust settled there is no large rock laying in the center, but a man! Surely he’s dead, no regular human could survive such a drop, especially on his head and upper back. His white hair, stained in blood, his forehead had a large gash on it and there’s a significant bruise on his upper back. The shirt he’s wearing covered his blood-soaked face his pale upper body was revealed to the world, his muscle definition wasn’t toned like a body-builders. But the hunk of metal next to him showed that he was anything but fragile.

It took hours, but he finally came to.

　　“Nnng...fuck me my body hurts.”
　　
His spine arched back slowly as he found a proper sitting position, blood gushed from his now pink hair down to to the earth. He could hardly notice that the crowd beginning to surround him.

“Gnn...” he placed his hand on his head and covered his eyes as blood stained his skin.

”I got a headache the size of mars...” he wiped his eyes and looked up hazily into the crowd.

He gripped the hunk of metal by the handle and with all his strength, he stood up, looking into the crowd, for what he doesn’t know. He didn't find any memorable faces, thus he planted the large hunk of metal on the ground and gripped the handle. Pulling the trigger which launched him high into the air once again. This time his impact didn't cause as much trauma to his body as the first impact had, in fact, it wasn't even a large crater like before. He didn't explain himself as he shook his injuries off and moved on, eventually passing by a rather intriguing girl. It was enough to catch his attention, and enough to forget his original purpose for being here.

He approached her and shifted his cannon to his back.

"I don't usually say this often, but how are you today?" the bloodied man known as Servee spoke to the woman.

(tldr I'm a lazy fuck)

(For the sake of not getting banned later on, I would like to make a note that everyone that will be partaking in the act of sexual penetration of any sort is at or above the legal age.)

[EffyDearest]

(It's okay sweetie~)

What a lovely day. The skies were a lovely shade of blue for the day with only small patches of clouds to block the rays. The temperature was great enough for passersby in the streets of Eustia to be dressed a bit less than they had been just a day before. Children were undisturbed in their playing in most of the city- just not where the "meteor man" had landed. In days of quick technology, the word had spread around most of the town, including to a young Grand Master-in-training

"Mmm hmm~" Apryl hummed softly, nodding to those who she walked by happily. Her thick reddened hair was tied back in a ponytail to show her bright, red eyes. While peculiar, it was no abnormality to the town. She garnished herself in pink high socks going up to near her thighs only leaving a few inches of skin before the crimson edge of her otherwise white skirt that weaved in with her pale shirt.

Apryl's curiosity had her looking around in wonder of the crater, though she heard it was on the other side of Eustia. Her chances of seeing the myth were dim, though that wasn't also something she really minded as well.

The lass pulled out her phone after a moment and began to play around and pay less attention to where she was walking and what she was doing. While enjoyment was nice, the moment she looked up she realized a monster was literally walking to her. Her first reaction was to run, because, a incredibly bloodied man was walking towards her but she didn't only because was so calm. Did he need her help?

"I don't usually say this often, but how are you today?"

Apryl gawked at him, her eyes grazing from his feet to his head. He looked like he needed medical attention, not a conversation.

"Y-You're..! Excuse me but you need to get to a hospital!"

[Noire]

Servee didn’t notice the concern on her face as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close into his bloodied body.

“Hospitals are for those that would die anyway, there’s no time for any of that.”

he looked down at her and once he got a better look at her, she was infinitely more beautiful than his eyes initially registered. His mind wandered, and before he could register what he was doing he grabbed her behind with his free hand.

”Really firm...” he muttered out as he leaned more onto her. A gunshot could be heard directly behind the two.

”There you are, Servee.”

Kenna Omega, a woman that’s in charge of the Archangel experiment had found her test subject again.

The woman’s hair reached the middle of her back and is greener than envy itself. She aimed her gun at Servee and her pink eyes leered over to Apryl.

”If you know what’s good for you, get out of the way and don’t speak of this.”

Servee muttered something and quickly aimed his cannon at her, pressing the trigger and squeezing Apryl’s behind just as hard as he was squeezing the trigger. Three warheads escaped the battered cannon with a thunderous roar. Kenna teleported to the side and quickly drew her one of her taichi and sent forth a blade wave to the two.

Servee’s body turned blue as he soaked up the two waves, pushing Apryl to the ground in the process as he turned completely around and aimed the hulk of metal a Kenna and fired another warhead.

”Heeeyyy... This may sound like a strange question, but can you fight? That would be really helpful if you knew how to fight. She’s going to be calling in a bunch of goons and we can’t have someone as pretty as you dying without a fight alright? And I guess this town probably shouldn’t be blown up either.”

Just as he said that, soldiers dressed in black began appearing from the alleyways and sewer-pipes. Most were armed with katana’s, claymores, and a few guns.

Servee reached back and picked up Apryl and blasted them to the top of the nearest building.

”You see those guys down there thinking they’re cool because they get to use cool swords and wear black? Those guys are fodder, but they wouldn’t normally be scary if they didn’t know they exist to die. So they’re more reckless with everything they do. See those innocent people getting butchered? Yeah, they’re like bandits but they don’t steal as much. Also, I’m a test subject for that project trying to link light energy with dark, and when I became more conscious they want to terminate me. Also.” he sat the hulk of metal down and tore a part of his shirt off and tied it around his head in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding.

”Blood in the eyes is never a good thing.” he picked her up again and leaped back down.

”Hey assholes! If I’m the one you want, it’s probably a good idea to not terrorize children, don’t you think?

[EffyDearest]

Apryl almost screamed, stiff arm'ing Servee to stop him from getting his blood on her. Her eyes were in a panic; a frenzy for whoever this meteor man was. His will really was only limited to how hard he tried to hug her, though. Apryl hadn't begun any form of training and remained locked to her lowest form and weakest state. The one with the cannon seemed to have mastered himself already and very capable of taking and tanking damages.

“Hospitals are for those that would die anyway, there’s no time for any of that.”

"Are you insane? You're quite very obviously hurt more than you think!"

She got herself worked up a bit at seeing his struck state, even though her reaction to it was worse than his own. Her eyes met his for but a moment; in the very same he had decided it would be a good idea to grope her after. Her face turned a deeper red than her hair, her hem of her skirt, and her panties. Her hands both started to slap at his hand upon her rear, her head shaking rapidly form side to side.

"Really firm.."

"Pervert, pervert!"

Apryl's face went from red, to a pale white, to a deep red in seemingly half a second before she reeled her hand back to slap Servee for his rudeness and invasion of her privacy. Unfortunately for her as she raised her hand a bullet nearly breaking the sound barrier was fired and she screamed, cowering for a moment.

After realizing no more shells sprayed she lowered her defenses and looked around to see the woman responsible. She stared at her hair and decided to quickly make an association to dislike anything with the color green ever again in her life. She gulped, staring at the weapon gripped tightly by her adversary. Apryl sent up soft prayers.

”If you know what’s good for you, get out of the way and don’t speak of this.”

Gladly. Apryl didn't need any more invitations. She tried to run away and go home but Servee tightened his grip to somewhat painfully on her butt. She shut her corresponding eye and whined quietly while she simultaneously covered her ears to block some of the sound. Apryl looked up to see what she expected to be a doomed body but instead found no one until Kenna was beside them and she screamed again. Without her claymore she was weak, and she wasn't strong yet with one.

She took slight note of Servee's reaction to being attacked, biting her lip as she recognized the technique and felt safer under his expertise. But was he running from this woman? Or was she just hunting for an opponent? Apryl was entirely hopeless in protecting herself in the situation, or even helping, really.

”Heeeyyy... This may sound like a strange question, but can you fight? That would be really helpful if you knew how to fight. She’s going to be calling in a bunch of goons and we can’t have someone as pretty as you dying without a fight alright? And I guess this town probably shouldn’t be blown up either.”

"T-That's a lot of pressure!" Sweat began to drip from Apryl's forehead as she thought of their situation and her uselessness and helplessness. She started rapidly shaking her head and holding up her empty hands like an excuse. Servee grabbed her and rocketed them to the top of the building with her holding on and screaming sharply. She had only planned on going for a simple walk and now she was stuck with some guy she didn't know on top of a building potentially fighting for her life. Oh dear.

”You see those guys down there thinking they’re cool because they get to use cool swords and wear black? Those guys are fodder, but they wouldn’t normally be scary if they didn’t know they exist to die. So they’re more reckless with everything they do. See those innocent people getting butchered? Yeah, they’re like bandits but they don’t steal as much. Also, I’m a test subject for that project trying to link light energy with dark, and when I became more conscious they want to terminate me. Also.”

Her jaw dropped and she stared at him, first awed, then very angry. She frowned as her blood boiled for a moment, looking over at the edge for a moment before looking at him, watching his weak makeshift bandage. She wasn't feeling much pity for a boy who had decided to drag her into his mess very much.

"So out of the blue my ass is being groped by some guy, find out he's some experiment and I have to save him? NO! I can't even fight! I don't even have a goddamn claymore yet!" Yet she seemed to be ignored.

”Blood in the eyes is never a good thing.”

The hell did that mean? She opened her mouth to speak when he grabbed her and all she could do is scream as he leapt back off the building.

”Hey assholes! If I’m the one you want, it’s probably a good idea to not terrorize children, don’t you think?"

"O-Oi I'm eighteen!"

[Noire]

“Now’s really not the time for you to be arguing, Little Red Riding Hood.”

Servee pushed her to the ground and swung his cannon in a circular arc. The more she talked the more he realized that his head isn’t the only thing that will be bleeding very soon. Her voice sounded like a dementia patient repeating questions in a bratty voice.

Just his luck, she’s worthless without her weapon.

”You don’t even have magic or some gay shit like that? Oh my god all you really have going for you is your looks.”

He switched his cannon to his left hand and pulled his pistol out, taking aim and began shooting them in in the arm.

When more of the sword wielding soldiers drew closer onto them he parried their attacks with his cannon, but he was being pushed back.

”It would help a whoollee lot if you at least slapped them about as hard as you slapped me, or steal a weapon or use anything, are you really that useless? Look, I know pressure sucks, but you just don’t have to think about it. It’s working for me right now and I’m not even thinking about what will happen if I fail. Though rest assured I’ll probably die...maybe, I don’t know, but how can you know? If it seems bad then you do your best to stop it, not just sit there like a damsel in distress.”


His pistol disappeared as he was pushed back, closing one eye as he felt a sharp pain in his side. One of the soldier’s stabbed him with their sword.

”ANY DAY NOW LITTLE LADY!”

He nearly shouted as he pointed his pistol in the air and fired a magical bullet into the air, it didn’t take long until Apryl and Servee had been surrounded by an intense blue light, and the men in black were forced away.

”Don’t you want to be anything in life besides eye candy? Well if so then it would be good to be proactive and not reactive. Or something profound like that! IS ANY OF THIS CONNECTING WITH THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS? I DON’T CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE JUST DO SOMETHING.”

A loud explosion could be heard and Kenna disappeared, but in her place stood a large machine, armed to the teeth with guns and missiles.

Servee’s eyes widened as he looked to see the green-haired woman was gone and her new “friend” took her place.

”Well this is unfortunate.” he coughed up blood shook his head, gripping the slender claymore in his side and ripping it out.

”Here, take this.” he threw the small claymore over to her and shakily stood up.

”Oooohh I think removing that was a bad idea...” he sat his cannon down and ducked under it as magical bullets began to rain down upon them.

Biting the collar of his red shirt, he ripped his tie off and wrapped it around his side as best he could.

”We should probably draw them out of this place, how does that sound little lady?”

[EffyDearest]

Apryl smacked the ground and rolled around a bit to soften the collision by increasing the time of impact. She pushed her torso up slowly and examined her arm to find a few slightly bleeding scrapes. Hmph. Now she was getting hurt for simply leaving the house a tad too early. If only she was a few minutes later she wouldn't have had to cross paths with this Servee person. She shot him a horribly angry glare before remembering their sitution and looking around nervously for this green haired demon. She had no realistic idea of her name her attacker and didn't care except for perhaps.. would their be mercy if Servee lost? Not for him, that was obviously not happening, but she was innocent! Suddenly she had a lot of reason to root for the pervert dragging her into his life.

”You don’t even have magic or some gay shit like that? Oh my god all you really have going for you is your looks.”

And then Apryl was angry at Servee again. She barely acknowledged his remarks about her. He was seemingly getting his ass kicked and he was obviously a much stronger warrior than she. She wasn't even at her second stage of attacks and was obviously not going to even hurt the enemies she was being told to engage. Instead Apryl began to look around for perhaps an escape seeing how she had absolutely no purpose but to make Servee work harder to protect her.

”ANY DAY NOW LITTLE LADY!”

Her attention hooked itself back to Servee to see the weapon inside of him, covering her mouth from her shock. Apryl didn't know how to help him since she had no health potions with her, though as before he seemed to have it under control. The wonder wall gave them a nice force field to be protected in, even if only for a moment.

”Don’t you want to be anything in life besides eye candy? Well if so then it would be good to be proactive and not reactive. Or something profound like that! IS ANY OF THIS CONNECTING WITH THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS? I DON’T CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE JUST DO SOMETHING.”

Apryl.. crossed her arms. Consistently spitting severe stains at her only persuaded her to pursue a lack of effort towards bettering his life. But her own, well that was maybe not the price she wanted to pay. Again, she was still entirely useless to the situation with her low prowess to date. Training wasn't supposed to start on her agenda for at least a month. Or twooo... Procrastination kept its fancy on her, like a puppet.

Boom.

She turned her head over to look at the machine staring at them, her jaw softly dropping with no solution in sight. She really was going to die here. She turned back to Servee who was pulling the weapon from him. She rushed to his side with her hands over the clay as if to stop him, pushing lightly against him but of course being easily overpowered.

"You're just going to bleed more idiot!" she complained, dropping the weapon on the ground. The blood didn't bother her, she did want it, but she knew she couldn't hold it. Her body almost.. rejected it from it upon its touch.

”We should probably draw them out of this place, how does that sound little lady?”

Apryl shook her head, almost appalled at his nonsense.

"There are many coming to stop this. You don't have to do it alone. Hell, if you do anything else you probably aren't going to get back up. Ever."

[Noire]

The ones that came to stop the machine came and gone, torn apart like cows to the slaughter. It took aim at Servee and Apryl. Right before it could launch it’s first salvo at them, the pilot became distracted with two smaller figures much closer to it’s vicinity.

Two women, wearing similar outfits. One with black hair and red eyes, the other with red hair and red eyes. The one with black hair wore a hat with a black brim, a red soldier’s jacket with black epaulettes the frills are white and she wore dark brown pantyhose, she also wore short red boots that matched her medium-cut skirt. The red-head wore the exact same outfit except she didn’t wear a hat and her gloves were fingerless.

They are sisters, Virtue, under her new alias Take Away and Needlah. They are known as the Knightmare and the Nightmare.

Take Away, brandished her claymore, it wasn’t particularly large and it had a faint curve to it. She closed her eyes and concentrated, a powerful aura extended from her claymore, making it three times it’s original size.

Right as the robot began to fire a salvo at the two, Needlah darted out of the way and began to concentrate dark energy. A black aura covered her body as her saber began to tear away at the metal. Her hand turned red and struck through the metal.

The machine fell to one joint and Take Away dove into the cockpit and with two violent slashes the machine had been severed.

Servee smirked at her blatant ignoring of his belittling. “That’s really nice of you to care and all, but... I’ll likely not get up again if you manage to die. But we really should g-” he watched the robot fall as fast as it came.

”What the hell was that?” he shrugged Apryl off and stood up, forcing himself to pick his cannon up. “Well... It’s probably best we don’t see who di-” before he could speak, the sisters appeared before them.

Take Away tossed him a large blue recovery potion and put away her claymore. “My sister will take care of things here, I want to know everything that happened. If you don’t feel safe talking about it here, we can go somewhere else.” she took a recovery potion and tossed it at Apryl.

Servee stared blankly at the potion. This wasn’t going to help in the slightest. He took his first sip and immediately spat the blue liquid out.

”Oh my god that tastes like vomit and urine and rat all blended together, I think I’d rather bleed out than drink anymore of this.”

”Just drink it.” Take Away turned her head to Apryl and smiled at her, “It’s a peculiar taste, but it’ll fix you right up~” she promised.

Servee took a deep breath and forced himself to down half of the liquid, having it hit the back of his throat helped, but not by much. He wretched and nearly felt like vomiting from how chilled the liquid began to fill his stomach.

”Oh god kill me now!” his cuts began to repair themselves and his eyes were cleansed of blood.

”That was the worst thing since sliced bread.”

He felt a sharp impact on his chest, and Take Away shook her hand after, “Oh get over it. Walk with me, both of you.”

Servee held his chest for a moment and shook it off, he turned his attention to Apryl, "So, it wouldn't be safe for you to stay here anymore. I suppose I should say sorry for that, but I'm really not."

(my laziness knows no bounds)