First Battle - Part 3

"...What? " 

*BOOMM!!*

[Warning! The energy threshold has wavered! Incoming attacks passed the threshold!] 

Notifications from the armor system rang in Reynold's helmet as he gritted his teeth in pain. Even though the shield has taken  almost all of the spell's power, some of it struck Reynold and gave his right waist a damage. 

"Ugh... You..." 

Reynold paused in his movement and just hovering in the sky, as he looked into his enemy seriously. 

"How do you know my name?" 

Shaltea's expression brightened at his serious voice.

"Finally! You can speak without being so vulgar. I'm fairly impressed."

As her finger glided at her single earring, she spoke beneath her breath. Immediately, a portal hovered over the air with a golden stave sticking out of it. Shaltea landed gracefully on the material, not minding that they are hundreds of feet far away from the ground.

"As for the name..." Shaltea tilted her head as she gave a thoughtful look. After pursing her lips, she stopped on her musings and folded her hands at the level of her stomach. "Shouldn't I know my opponents? That way, it wouldn't be such a fast-paced fight."

Explosions reverberated in the air at the continuous battle of their respective servants. Many civilians ran away in fear, caught in the crossfire despite their ignorance over the matter.

Shaltea glanced at those people, her eyes faltering at the situation. And then, she turned towards him again, hands moving slowly as if testing the waters-- electrical currents appearing around it.

"However, I suppose an abrupt end is a practical choice, after all." Shaltea added, gazing at him as if he was a shameful existence needed to be erased at once-- with a merciful smile still on her face. "You... shouldn't have done this."

Not waiting for another reply, Shaltea directed her palms towards him and sent him another, more powerful surge of electrifying light. 

"...Don't you dare." 

Lightning crackled around Reynold's body as he spoke in an annoyed voice. The electricity began to gather on his left hand and enveloped the handgun. 

"To compete with me in lightning!" 

Another sphere of beam that's much bigger than before was shot from the gun. It flies right to the surge of lightning that was on its way to Reynold.

*BOOOOOMMM!!*

Flashing light that's much brighter than anything from the start emerged. The clash of two thunderous energies began to send ripples in the air and powerful waves of lightning around. 

"Overdrive." 

Quietly mumbled beneath his breath, Reynold's armor that was covered in lightning started to move, and it's speed was not losing out to what Theseus had done before. 

His right hand materialized a black metallic hilt that emitted a luminescent blue blade. Reynold began to fly faster than what he was capable of and tried to stab his lightsaber to the woman's chest. 

****

The paper talisman swiftly attached himself to Lancer who was swiftly jumping from one roof to another, careful not to let himself get seen by the passing humans. The paper grabbed a fistful of his clothes and began climbing on his back and rest itself on his shoulder. 

Lancer glanced at the paper who was swinging its tiny legs and was about to crush it away when his Master's gentle voice filled his head. 

"Don't, it is my eyes."

Lancer smirked. This was the first time he had seen a paper talisman he thought as he quickly arrived at the battle scene and saw what had happened. 

From a distance, Yumi widened her eyes at what she was going to see. People couldn't just die immediately on day one of the war!

"Lancer, block that attack away!" she exclaimed. 

"Eh? Wouldn't it be best to attack her so our opponent is gone?" He said as he propelled upward. 

"Just do it!"

His spear deflected the blade away, giving the man a two finger salute before he dropped back to the ground. 

Yumi let out a sigh of relief as she continued to watch the battle from the paper man's eyes who had safely tucked itself to the blue haired man's shoulder armor, away from people's sight but still having a part of it peeking out slightly.

Lancer twirled his spear before he slashed it to the side. 

"Yo." He smirked. "It's not nice to just stab a fair woman," he spoke while lunging at the man, swiping his spear to slash him. 

**** 

"What?!"

At the appearance of another servant, the portal below her disappeared, and she fell hundreds of feet in the open air.

Despite how her heart was racing, she braced herself and landed safely on Gilgamesh' open arms, who was still busy battling his opponent's servant.

"What are you doing, you foolish woman?!"

Shaltea only glanced at him, and towards the sky, where two silhouettes can still be seen. 'How...?!' 

"Hey..." 

Squinting his eyes inside his helmet, Theseus began to speak with some jealous tone in it. 

"Are you flirting in front of me?" 

Then, the atmosphere around him became cold as he spoke in anger. 

"Are you underestimating me? For holding a woman in a fight..." 

His footsteps started to echo with rumble, as the ground sank with each step of his, and ice mist began to swirl in his one handed sword. 

"I won't just be a good guy and let you put the woman to the safety first, you know." 

Tilting his head, he sighed and continued, 

"But I guess it can't be helped." 

The shield in his left arm dispersed into small orbs of golden lights. 

"Fair warning." 

His one handed sword became enlarged and changed into a great sword. 

"Throw her to the side now. Unless she will die alongside you." 

"Oi, rid yourself from my arms and stand on your own feet." As the atmosphere dropped into a wintry degree, Gilgamesh leaped further away and shook his master out of her daze.

"Oi, have you become deaf?"

Shaltea turned back towards him and pursed her lips in dismay. What? She didn't expect someone else to come in-between her fight. How was she to react?

However, now that she thought about it, she is a lady raised in grace. There is no need for her to dwell on such useless, trivial thoughts. Unexpected things happen here and there. What would be the difference, in a world where miracles and the like exist?

"Can you see that I am in the midst of a battle?"

"I can, I have eyes." Shaltea deadpanned, receiving another look of dismay from his crimson eyes.

"However, are you deaf?"

"How would I answer if I'm deaf?!"

Unfazed by the other man that was far in the distance, the two bickered back and forth. Shaltea's knees were a bit numb from standing hundreds of feet above, and so, she was waiting for the ache to settle down before she could finally grasp her bearings.

On the other hand, Gilgamesh was in disdain as she continued to retort against his words. What an insolent woman! He is clearly in the middle of a battle, and yet there she was, distracting him. Knowing how her mana dwindled a bit due to her excessive use of magic, something that completely contrasts her character, he could only grit his teeth as they continued to bicker furthermore. 

"You know what..." Said Theseus between his gritted teeth. As he can feel his presence was being ignored.

"You both are the deaf ones! Blood of the Sea God!" 

Theseus hacked his great sword to the air in front of him, and waves of ice spikes emerged from the ground, going straight to both of his opponents. There're a thousand ice spikes arise at the same time, and each of them had a chilling sharpness. 

Sensing the incoming attack, Gilgamesh leaped to avoid the increasing spikes of ice as Shaltea directed her hand towards it, blazing hot fire almost destroying the chance for it to reach them both.

"Insolent woman!" Gilgamesh exclaimed as he watched the surge of fire attempt to melt the increasing spikes. "That is a Noble Phantasm!"

Shaltea only focused her gaze upon the attack. "I don't care!"

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Gilgamesh resorted on doing something that would definitely piss her off and make her slap him in the aftermath. With his inhuman strength, he tossed her high into the air (her muffled scream piercing the wind) as his golden tablet appeared and opened forth before him.

Extending his fingertips as he beckoned the power of his own Noble Phantasm, a gigantic ripple of golden portal appeared in the upper atmosphere, looming over their figures as a faint image of kingdom walls formed beyond its frame.

Little golden lights glowed at the distant walls, as if they were ready to strike the earth and claim his victory.

"Mellamu..."

Instantly, Gilgamesh' eyes shone a deadly crimson red. The battle has to end, once and for all.

"DINGIR!"