XVI - Alistair Blake
Sundered Waste, Avalon
Ironside roared, and the furnace howling within his armor flared through his joints. The crimson knight glared down at Aika with those burning eyes, eyes like nuclear explosions. All that was war was encompassed in those eyes, the dread reality of battle. Rage and noise and madness swirling in those terrible flames."Seriously, what kind of a knight do you name Ironside of all things?! It's like-"
"I once laid siege to a mighty castle," the knight rumbled. "My blade laid hundreds low! My might battered the walls like the endless savagery of the ocean! Only once was I ever laid low! Only once was my strength surpassed!" He fell silent for a moment, his nuclear eyes seething. "Ones such as you... mere women and children... only one among you is a worthy adversary!" His eyes glared at Mordred, who gazed back with those cold golden orbs.
"One, then," Ironside rumbled. "Only one worthy man. The rest... women and children and beasts..." He seemed almost disappointed. "You shall have to do. Come, then! Come to your deaths!"
Alistair readied his sword. "Time to fight..." he murmured softly. "Go, Mordred!" The knight raced forwards, swords ready, and Ironside retaliated. His blades lashed and sparked against Mordred's own swords, the black knight being pushed down towards the ground by Ironside's raw strength. Alistair raced forwards himself, blade at the ready. He slashed wildly at Ironside's leg joint, only to howl as the knight backhanded him. He was sent crashing into the sand, the scent of burnt skin swathing him as he smashed down.
Mordred said nothing, but danced away. Flames burst from around the knight and smashed into Ironside to no effect. The Persona looked almost puzzled for a moment, then followed with a rain of blades which struck Ironside, either bouncing from his armor or melting in the intense flames of his joints.
Ironside roared, and a rain of flames erupted. The fires washed into the ground, forcing them to cover themselves as embers danced past. Raging the knight burst forth, wrapped in flames. Mordred was grabbed up and then smashed into the ground in a whirl of burning armor and blades. Fire erupted, grabbing the other Personae and washing around the humans, searing them. The crimson knight howled in bloodlust and fury, blades lashing towards the humans to rip them asunder.
"No!" Alistair cried. Mordred's blades screamed across Ironside's armor, tearing at the joints with their needle-like points. Silently the black-armored Persona tore at the knight's form, trying to cleave into the armor and bare a target. Ironside roared, swathing his form in a cyclone of flames which burned the sand under his feet white-hot. The firelight danced from the molten glass, bouncing from that bloody armor as the raging flames screamed their anger.
"Women and children and beasts!" Ironside howled. "None are worthy! None of you are worthy to face me! You are nothing but fuel for the flames! Burn to ash! Die in these flames, all of you pathetic beings!"
IX - Matthew Clark
Sundered Waste, Avalon
Matt's Persona roared, its claws tearing a Shadow into a mass of scattered body parts. The Shadows were in retreat, being cut down by the group's Personae and the humans themselves.
Matt sighed. "Whew... I think... the worst is over," he said softly. He immediately regretted saying it.
Thunder boomed, shaking the ground, and lightning flared around them. Bolts of lightning flashed into them, smashing them all to the ground. There was a blinding flash of violet lightning, a boom which ripped through them and resonated to the bone, and then deathly silence.
A figure rose, a knightly form clad in deep indigo armor, wielding a lance shaped like a jagged, twisting bolt of lightning. It crackled with sparks dancing over its form, the tang of ozone drifting from the knight's body. Its armor was trimmed in gold, a rich, regal indigo cape billowing in the wind behind it, and electric blue eyes glaring from its helm.
"I am Sir Persaunte," he spoke, his voice rumbling like thunder. It was cold and imposing, the voice of some almighty emperor. The voice of a dreaded king whose reign over the battlefield would never end. "The Indigo Knight."
"What do you want?" Matt asked, gripping his halberd as the dragon towering behind him growled.
"I am here to demand your lives," Persaunte boomed. He raised his lance, and thunder rumbled. "You will give them to me."
"Or what?" Matt said.
"I shall take them, as is my power... my right!" the Indigo Knight declared. He spun the lance, and smashed it into the sand. Lightning exploded from the heavens, flaring through the skies and cutting through them. The indigo bolts obliterated patches of sand, raising knightly beings swathed in auras of crackling sparks, wielding swords. The lesser Shadows gathered before Persaunte as the knight raised his lance, raising into the air as his cape crackled and twisted, forming into emaciated wing-like shapes. "If you will not submit, prepare to perish!"
"Get ready," Matt called back, glancing at the others.
"Ready?" Persaunte said, almost amused. His cold tone made the emotion nightmarish and alien as he raised his lance. "Prepare to die." Thunder boomed, lightning exploding from the skies. Matt screamed as he was struck down, smashed to the sand by the blazing lightning which crushed him like an almighty hammer. As the lightning faded, he was left lying there, discharge crackling about him as Persaunte gave a cold, spiteful chuckle.
Nidhoggr roared in answer, lumbering forwards to shield Matt. The knight regarded the Persona dismissively. The lance was raised again, a lightning bolt howling from the sky to smash into Nidhoggr. But as it struck, though the dragon growled in pain, it refused to back down. Persaunte lowered his lance.
"Attack," he ordered to the knights assembled beneath him. "Cut them down! Every last one of them! Leave none alive!" As the knights charged, giving roars which sounded like thunder, Persaunte raised the lance once more. The skies hurled lightning at his command again, smashing the bolts amidst the group and sending the sand roaring up, breaking their ranks as the knights approached.
Matt groaned, trying to rise. He pulled himself to his feet, propping himself up with his halberd as the knights charged. "With me... stay with me!" he cried to the others. "We... we can get through this!"
The knights smashed into the ranks of the humans and Personae, and the battle was joined as Persaunte looked down like some ancient god, wrapped in lightning and radiating his raw power. The power of the storm crackled about the Indigo Knight as he stared down, even his nine-foot figure akin to that of a deity of the thunder and lightning. His lance twisted and crackled in hand like Zeus' thunderbolt, his stare as old and uncaring for the battle below as such a deity's.
Across the battlefield, the scattered humans fought. Their weapons and Personae tore through the Shadows, forcing the enemy ranks back and cutting them down.
Allysa, Diego and Louise fought beside their Personae along with Shin's, trying to defend the stricken young man from the onslaught of the harpies assaulting them. The knightly forms of Jeanne and Rokuten Maou tore through the harpies, Merlin adding his magic to the onslaught. Then there was a cold wind, a wind like icy knives, cutting into them with sudden chillness. A pillar of ice swirled up from the sands, and then broke, casting ice across the ground under their feet. Snow began to fall from above, the skies darker than ever, and a figure emerged. He wielded a mighty sword and a great shield, his armor puce in hue. From his helm, the knight's eyes just stared, cold and icy white. There was no emotion, no concern, no anger, no anything. They were just cold, white voids, devoid of color or emotion. He wielded his blade in a stern, tight grip, striding forwards.
"I am Sir Perymones, the Puce Knight," he said. His tone was flat and empty, devoid of anything. "Prepare to die." He raised his sword, casting a hail of icy bursts towards the group, and following in the wake of the blasts. He didn't run or increase his speed at all, just inexorably stalking towards them with his blade and shield at the ready.
Across the field, the darkness had herded Nodoka, Elly, Nick, Leo, Carina, Danijela and Krystal together. The seven fought as one alongside their Personae, cutting down a veritable horde of Shadows, thinning the ranks until only a few remained.
Suddenly, something flashed through their ranks. They all fell, crying out as they felt blades caress their flesh and cut red lines on. The razor-sharp wind passed through them and then halted, revealing itself to be a lithe, thin figure. He wielded two long, thin blades, almost like rapiers, and his armor was a rich, vibrant shade of green.
Darkness collected beside him, forming a towering figure wielding a massive blade. His midnight-black armor was thick, his eyes a deep violet, and his figure colossal, easily ten feet. The knights glared together, standing nobly side-by-side.
"I am Sir Pertolope, the Green Knight," the green-clad knight spoke, his voice light and ghostly like a breeze.
"I am Sir Perarde, the Black Knight," the towering figure rumbled, his voice deeper and darker, as heavy and dark as the blackest of nights. "And you have trespassed here long enough. Prepare to perish. Death is upon you!"
"You cannot stop it," Pertolope added. "It comes too fast to be seen or caught. " He flashed forth again, a blur of emerald, and his blade stopped at Elly's throat menacingly, an inch from ending the girl's life.
"It comes inexorably," Perarde rumbled. "It cannot be stopped." He lumbered forwards, slow, but unstoppable. A hail of spells from the Personae smashed him, but his advance was barely even slowed.
"But do not fear," Pertolope chuckled, his blade almost tickling Elly's throat as he stared down into her eyes. "Death will be swift. You will not suffer... too much." His chuckling grew into cold laughter as he prepared to strike, only to be smashed away by Phoenix's flames and a flare of light from Gabriel. He was tossed away over the sand, only to catch himself and land beside his brother Shadow.
"If you wish to suffer," Perarde rumbled. "Then simply continue to resist. We will make sure you last as long as you resist." He raised his blade and swung it, casting an arc of utter, empty blackness through the air towards the group.