Chaos at Kuoh Academy begins! Devils vs. the Khaos Brigade! Part 1

(With Kiba)

In the forest nearby the Kuoh Academy main building, there was the sound of metal clashing against metal as the ringing of high pitched attacks only seemed to grow louder by the second. It was the clash between Kiba and Drayfus Mammon two swordsmen dueling for different goals.

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Appearing with both their blades pushing each other back, both Kiba and Drayfus stared each other down. Kiba showed signs struggle as he had an issue with this kind of opponent, of course, he can use his speed to his advantage, but Drayfus was also as fast as him or even faster than him by a couple of steps. And that is only a part of the reason why Drayfus was a serious threat. The other was that his physical strength was incredible it seemed to help him gain a much better playing field when they fought up close.

The only thing Kiba had going for him in this fight was his lower body. His legs were trained to run at top speed and with great speed like his means he too, had physical strength, but only with his legs to keep him up and withstand the heavy blows from Drayfus' sword.

"Is that all you got? I haven't even come close to actually trying yet, faker." Drayfus smirked as he seemed to somewhat enjoy how the boy was trying his best to make a cut on him even though he knew it was futile for a former human to even do that.

'He's still looking down on me…I won't tolerate that anymore!' Kiba pumped his legs and shot himself at Drayfus.

Running side by side in the forest, Kiba and Drayfus were cutting at each out like crazy as their swords clashing echoed through the dark quiet forest.

"Try and handle this if you can." Drayfus with a swing of his wrists creates 7 sharp air projectiles and fired them directly at Kiba. Those arms of his are incredible if he can create attacks in thin air!

"…Gh!"

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Right on time with creating another Holy-Demonic Sword, Kiba was able to deflect the projectiles before skidding to a stop from running and charge at Drayfus while swinging his blades back and giving a loud yell as he engaged Drayfus in close range.

'I can't keep staying at a distance. I have to take the fight to him.'

"Hmph! You fool." Drayfus leans in and readies his katana.

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*CLANG!*

"Useless." Drayfus was not amused at all.

Using both his holy-demonic swords in tandem, Kiba first attempted to swing them vertically at Drayfus with the imbued effects of his demonic power to increase its hardened blade, but all that proved meaningless once Drayfus used his katana to negate the attack of the Holy-Demonic sword.

*CRACKLE!*

"What?" Kiba gasped as he saw a couple of cracks on one of his blades, the one which made contact with Drayfus' weapon.

Then at that moment Drayfus leans in closer and whispers to Kiba,

"Like I said. Utterly useless."

"!"

*PRANG!*

*CRASH!**THUD!* *WHAM!*

Kiba then realizes the slow movement of Drayfus' sword pushing his and his body back with just one arm holding onto the katana before he applied enough force to shatter one of Kiba's holy demonic devil swords and send him hurtling towards a tree. To where he crashed through and slammed into another tree behind him and fall on his front, directly on his keys.

"Eauuugh…*Breathes Heavily!*!"

Grunting in pain, Kiba slowly picks himself up panting as blood from the impact of crashing into the trees flowed down his forehead. Looking down at his swords he realized one of his holy-demonic swords were broken in half as the other was still barely intact with a few cracks.

Getting up, Kiba staggered around a little disoriented by the blow of the attack. Looking up with a pained expression, he saw a walking shadow from deep within the forest walk out only to see a smug, half smirking Drayfus leaning his katana over his shoulder.

"Hmhmhmhm! Oh forgive me, I didn't mean to put in that much force into blowing you away. That was meant to trip you up was all." Drayfus laughed as he swings down his katana and slammed it onto the ground. With just his arm strength alone, he created a larger crater than before which paled in comparison as it almost engulfed the entire area Kiba stood in front of.

Jumping out of the way while getting ahold of himself, Kiba watched as the environment was torn apart by another one of Drayfus' minimal efforts.

'Incredible, so this must be the strength of a pure blooded devil's descendant. No, it's something different than that. Usually devils aren't this naturally strong by their given power alone, so he must have trained to get this far.'

Kiba stood and examined Drayfus' past abilities and compared them to past pure blooded devils such as Riser, who may have been powerful, but wasn't strong enough to just use his base physical strength.

Taunting Kiba, Drayfus beckons him to come at him, "I must say your skills are quite that of someone with amazing talent for a former human but that's all you have going for you along with those accursed traits those fake devil kings gave to you."

'Is he talking about the Evil Pieces?' Kiba panted starting to get better control of his senses as he starts to repair the damage done to his holy-demonic sword with cracks.

"You fakers honestly believe you've been given gifts that can help you stay on par with us pure-breeds? Hah, don't make me laugh. The only thing given to you lot was just a small advantage, so you can at least keep up with the real devils."

As he continued, Drayfus used a laid back demeaning smile to rile Kiba up as he continues, "Your weaknesses are too plain to see. I can actually hold back and not even try to read your moves or counter them."

Feeling as though he was getting a lecture, Kiba looked at the Mammon Descendant in confusion, "Weaknesses? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, seeing that you'll keel over soon, I guess I'll fill you in." Drayfus let down his guard and scratched his cheek.

'Now!' Kiba took this chance to get the drop on Drayfus by using all of his speed to disappear and reappear behind Drayfus who had his guard lowered as he swings back his sword then brings it down to sever Drayfus in half.

*CHINK!*

"…!" Kiba gasps as Drayfus catches his blade with just his index and middle finger without turning to look back at him.

"Hey, it's rude to attack when someone's giving you hints, faker."

'He was able to predict I was going to attack him?' Kiba then looks at the focused look in Drayfus' eyes as he felt uncertainty in his stomach, 'No, that look he already knew, I was going to attack from the start.

Landing behind him, Kiba tries to pull his sword away, but it was trapped between the fingers of Drayfus, who made sure to say his point before giving it back,

"If you want this back, then try and take it. Just remember, I'm not going to give it to you so easily. So pull with all you've got or you'll be defenseless." Drayfus popped his neck as he felt the sword tremble probably from Kiba's vain attempts to pull it back.

Gritting his teeth and putting his all into retrieving his blade back, but it was no good. Drayfus was just too strong to take it out of his clutches. Growing sore and weak, Kiba's arm muscles start to grow tired by the second.

"Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…" Drayfus playfully shook his head back and forth clearly making fun of Kiba's lack of strength which made Kiba only force the blade away from the devil descendant. This continued for more than 5 minutes before Drayfus sighs in boredom, "You know, I was expecting this to be a little more entertaining, but it's actually quite sad."

"Keh!" Kiba pants as he tries for the 46th time to relinquish his sword from Drayfus' grasp with no avail.

"How pathetic, now I can see that my hypothesis is right about you." Drayfus shook his head.

"What are you getting at?" Kiba grunts.

"You lack upper body strength along with the exception of your lower body strength that is your con. As a knight, you're well bred to develop your speed and that's an important factor for those with skill, but…"

*SHATTER!*

"…!" Kiba's eyes widened as he saw his Holy-Demonic Sword break before his eyes and with just Drayfus' finger crushing them like a pair of scissors.

"Skill can only take you so far!"

*BAM!*

Drayfus kicks Kiba with an unbelievable amount of strength as the young man was once again sent flying through the air with the air knocked out of him.

"Uargh!" Kiba coughs out a large amount of blood as he slowly opens one eye and try to regain balance before he crashes into something. Then looking down out of the corner of his eye, Kiba finds a pursuing Drayfus clenching the back side of katana now using the dull edge.

"Before a swordsman can even wield a sword, they must first know how to wield their most important weapon their entire body!"

*SHING!*

"Aaaaaaaaurgh!" Getting a cut through his back Kiba screamed in pain as he was sent crashing into the ground repeatedly before stopping to a halt to flat on his stomach.

'Kch…This man is truly powerful, but I can't...' Kiba raises his head then sees the hilt of his broken Holy-Demonic sword and slowly reaches out for it, until the sight of Yami no Ryu stabs it's in the ground before him.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Drayfus chuckled and shook his head as he looks at the ragged beaten Kiba below his feet, "Tch! So much skill and potential wasted. Even for a human, you were still able to make me at least get a little warm up. However, that meant nothing when you knew the difference of our powers from the beginning, and now it ends."

'I can't let things end now. I swore to hold him away from the others, a-and I intend to do that!' Kiba reached out for his Holy-Demonic sword in vain as the distance between him and it were blocked by Drayfus.

*STAB!*

"Gugh!" Kiba bites down on his lip and drew blood as Drayfus stabbed his sword through Kiba's outreached hand.

"I win." Drayfus smirked as his tall standing figure over Kiba made the young man look up at him overwhelmingly as he wondered if he could really defeat let alone hold off such a man like this. As a knight, he felt honored to have fought against a well-trained devil only a few his age have ever faced. He felt as though he did his best to stall long enough for the leaders and others against a man of such strength but lingering thoughts crept into his head and saddened him.

'Will I really die…?'

But deep down inside, he felt fear that his life would end just when he had received clarity from his past deceased friends and now he'll really die? After he started a new life? After he made new irreplaceable friends and comrades? After he…he just realized it was okay to enjoy life?

"Now you finally get it don't you?" Grinning at Kiba's helplessness beneath him Drayfus laughed, "I am superior than you in blood and strength you, shitty faker."

Raising his blade and pointing it over Kiba's back, Drayfus intended to end it in one thrust through the chest, as a way to give a swordsman a way to die with the honor they fought with.

"Be glad that you were to die at the hands of a true devil, take this truth with you as you wait for your comrades to soon follow suit. I'll make sure to ingrain into their brains that the true descendants are absolutely powerful."

'What?' Kiba's eyes widened as heard that, 'M-My friends? He'll kill them?'

Kiba's arms start to shake as he heard that. Those words filled his racing heart with rage. Thinking about the deaths of his friends to follow after him if he died, stirred him to try and get up. He couldn't let this be the end, not yet! Not now!

Raising his head to look up at Drayfus with hatred, Kiba growled, 'I can't let this man this monster go if I do, then…everyone could be as good as dead! And I promised t-them, I promised him, that I would be with them that I would be!'

(Flashback)

"You may have already been forgiven by Buchou and everyone else, but you still don't have sympathy from me, yet." Michael said as he could feel Kiba growing a frown,

"But that could change if you promise me one thing." Michael grinned.

"What is it?"

"Promise you won't betray your comrades anymore for something selfish, I want a truthful promise from the Knight of Rias Gremory himself, or I'll never accept your thanks or apologies again." Michael looked down at Kiba and smiled.

Nodding with a truthful glint in his eyes, Kiba stood up and said, "Yes, I, as the Knight of Rias Gremory promise to never abandon his comrades again."

Michael smiled at Kiba then scratched his head and said, "Good, but you do know what this promise will mean, right?" Michael stood up and gave a thumbs up, "It means you can't make the same mistake, and if you do then the Great Hanamura will kick your ass 'til you remember, got it?"

(Present Situation)

Kiba's fist clenched as Drayfus finally initiates to finish the young blonde off.

"Farewell!"

*CHING!*

And with that the fight was over…or it would have been if Kiba hadn't have just disappeared before Drayfus' eyes.

"What the? When did he-?" Drayfus gasped as he was now unaware of where the young man was, he just disappeared before he could catch a glimpse of his next movement. Looking a little off put, Drayfus searched around the area for no signs of the Low-Class Devil anywhere. He looked back once then turned to face forward before he gasped, "Wait, that broken sword's hilt it's not-!"

Then sensing something from above, Drayfus looks to see a falling shadow from up above with their blade about to impale him. Only knowing that, if he didn't do this he would potentially get injured. Drayfus backs away only to widen his eyes as he sees the shadow pull out another sword and swing it towards his face.

"When did-!" Drayfus leaned his head back as he saw the black/white blade nearly touch the tip of his nose. Standing back to gain his ground Drayfus tightens his grip on his sword as he saw that it was Kiba wearing a determined expression on his face through his beaten and bloody body.

"You, little bastard, you managed to startle me for a second, but don't think this will get the best of m-!"

"Light!" Kiba roared as he thrusts one of his Holy-Demonic swords at Drayfus.

*FLASH!*

"Argh!"

'This kind of light, it's just like…!'

Drayfus, who was blinded by the Holy-Demonic swords holy attribute lighting the area stutters back as he rubs his eyes, "You, little...now you've…!"

'Now's my chance!'

"Hiyaaaaah!" Kiba executes an upper swing with one of his demonic-holy sword.

"Guh!"

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Startled and still trying to gain better balance of himself, Drayfus barely managed to parry that attack, but that wasn't the end.

"I won't die!" Kiba roared as he swings his other blade.

"Trch! Damn, I can't see and concentrate!" Drayfus growled in irritation.

"Your prideful banter let your guard down into believing I would just quit, so easily. Well, let me prove you wrong!"

Mustering all the strength in his body, Kiba went full throttle as he disappeared and used his speed to create shadows and after images of himself around Drayfus as he still continued to attack the man who was still blinded by the Holy-Demonic swords eerie light. The effects of it being holy must have added the strengthened effect of his blindness.

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*RIP!*

"Damn it!" Drayfus realized his clothes were getting torn by Kiba's rapid attacks.

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"I won't let you go! I swore from my oath as a knight to keep you at bay!"

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"Damn you! You shitty brat! Damn you! Damn you! Damn You!" Infuriated that he a Devil Descendant was getting pushed back so far by a Fake Reincarnated one Drayfus kept on shouting his disapproval of this happening in, fact, he couldn't believe this could be happening.

*TEAR!* *RIP!* *TEAR!* *SHRED!*

Kiba's entire almost God like speed was starting to overwhelm the disadvantaged Drayfus barely able to handle himself against the endless onslaught of Kiba's swords.

"I won't approve of this! I can't approve of this!" Drayfus shouted.

"I swore as my oath as a knight to be their sword!" Kiba yelled as his strikes were getting more rapid and precise by the minute as Drayfus's strength couldn't help him against sheer speed as his blocks became more sluggish.

"Hyaaa! You won't ever get past me! Even if it takes my entire being to stop you! Even if I die, I won't lose to the likes of you!"

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"As a knight of Rias Gremory!"

*GIN!* *RIIIIIP!*

Kiba was able to cut Drayfus' clothes completely, but still wasn't able to scar the man.

"Damn you! Just die!" Drayfus slammed his katana against the ground and created a massive crater, but it was too slow to keep up with Kiba and his speed.

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"As a fellow student and comrade to my allies!"

*RIP!* *TEAR!*

"This shouldn't be happening! This can't be happening! Low-class, fake shit, filth such as you can't be doing this to a high class devil like me it's not right it's-it's not right at all!"

*CLANG!*

*SHATTER!*

A huge clash shook the ground and the earth around it as Kiba and Drayfus' blades rang out through the entire forest. With the greater strength, Drayfus was able to shatter Kiba's holy-demonic sword, but that was just one of them. Leaning forward, Kiba uses both hands to grip his only remaining sword and roared something he really felt proud of, "And as a best friend of-of the Sekiryuutei, Michael Hanamura, I won't lose to you!"

*SHING!*

Gasping out in surprise, Drayfus blinked as Kiba swung his blade and landed behind him standing tall as Drayfus still stood still wondering if he had received any damage and felt relieved, knowing nothing was cut or injured and would have ranted about Kiba's failed attempt to cut him, until he heard the sound of something dripping.

*DRIP!*

"…! What?" Drayfus felt his cheek and saw that it was blood, but it wasn't blood that belonged to the low-class devil, he was fighting it was his.

"For the sake of my friends and their survival, I won't lose!" Kiba turned around and felt satisfied he got at least one cut on the man.

Motionless, Drayfus looked to see he had a large cut across his cheek and began to release a large killing intent along with a dark purple aura surrounding his body.

"Mpmh!" Kiba narrowed his eyes as the dark aura starts to push Kiba back with strong winds.

"How dare you!"

Drayfus' violet eyes turned dark as he turns to face Kiba with wide bloodlust shot eyes as he growls, "A mere low-class devil being able to touch me! Do you have any idea of what shame you've brought onto me?"

Unresponsive, Kiba simply kept his steely glare at Drayfus, who turns around and grips his katana so tightly that the dark aura covered the entire blade as he holds it up in a very serious stance.

"I can't let you live now, you were able to touch my face and your low-class scum to top it all off! I won't allow you to run off without your head still placed between your shoulders!" Drayfus's aura behind him started to form into a large dragon with a large evil smirk on its face as it's threatening red eyes glared at Kiba.

A little frightened, but not fearful, Kiba simply stabs his Holy-Demonic Sword into the ground and closed his eyes, 'Things are getting serious now, it seems that aggravating him was able to make him take me seriously. I don't know whether if that was a good idea or not, but it feels like something Michael-kun would to his opponents when he wants a fight that he feels is true. To be honest…'

Kiba's hands shook a little, 'I'm scared, but at the same time, I'm really...'

Kiba clenched his two hands and strangely smiled. Most would tremble at the sight of overwhelming power such as this, but the thought of fighting a strong opponent who's now serious to the bone made him feel more relatable to his best friend, a friend, who'd never let him walk astray from a path, he was blindly walking down,

"Happy."

"Tch! To think, I'd go this far just because a low-class faker did this to me! Now, I'll probably shame myself as I steal back, Kate-chan! No! To mask this blood, I'll bathe myself completely in your own!" Drayfus roared as his immense power and aura crushed the ground around him and created a large crater.

*DOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!*

Some of the crater's rocks and dirt dusted up against Kiba as even a stray pebble was able to cut his right cheek making it bleed out but that didn't even faze Kiba as places a single hand atop of his Holy-Demonic Sword and said,

"I only have 5 minutes with my balance breaker being able to allow me to create Holy-Demonic swords. I might as well go all out!"

*ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!*

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUURAAAAAH!" Kiba roared as he forced all of strength to create as many blades as he'll need against his opponent.

"W-What is this trickery you're doing!?" Drayfus grunts as he then realizes the rumbling underneath him and jumps up to land on a tree branch and look in amazement.

A Huge Blue Magic Circle covered the entire forest as the sounds of blades stabbing into the ground was heard around the entire forest probably even from the School's sport's field. Dust settling down, Kiba was seen standing in the middle of about 60 Holy Demonic Swords of different attributes and sizes.

"Tch! Like those swords will do you any good. No matter what sacred gear or weapon you possess, a faker is still a faker, you'll never get the best of me!" Drayfus shouted in contempt.

'Now is not the time to worry and hold back, now I have to fight this battle to actually win, no matter the cause.' Kiba's thoughts, brimmed with confidence even when things seemed really dark as they are now against Drayfus' now monstrous power.

Looking up at Drayfus while picking up two scimitar like Holy-Demonic Swords which looked as swift as the wind, Kiba introduced himself again to affirm his resolution, "Drayfus Mammon, my name is, Kiba Yuuto, a Knight of the House of Gremory, and former apprentice of Master Souji Okita. Everything I know about the weight of my blade and swordsmanship, I learned from him, one of the most powerful swordsman known throughout the Underworld and this world."

*SHING!* *SHING!*

Kiba swings both Schimitar and give Drayfus a challenging smile,

"And I intend to use everything, my master and my friends, have shown me as I continued to live to fulfill my oath and defeat you, Khaos Brigade member, Descendant of the Mammon Family, Drayfus Mammon!"

"Now your spouting bullshit! A low-class talking like he's big shit! Don't screw with me as of right now, I'll obliterate you! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

*BAAAAAAAAAAANG!*

Propelling himself in blinding speed, Drayfus launched himself off the tree and possibly destroyed it upon himself using too much of his power to do so.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Using his leg muscles, Kiba pumped his legs and used his incredible speed to dash then jump after Drayfus in the same velocity, he was falling down towards him as both their blades slowly made contact.

*GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The impact of their weapons created a massive explosion enveloping the area in a mixture of Holy-Demonic aura and Dark Purple aura as the sound of sword clashing renewed with great vigor. This was just the beginning…

(In front of the School Sport's Field)

*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!**BAM!**BAM!**BAM!*

*CLASH!*

*BAM! **BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!**BAM!**BAM!**BAM!*

*CLASH!*

Littering the sky in a mixture of gold and dark red lights were Azazel and the Winged Figure, brawling in mid-air as they resorted to overpower one another with basic hand-to-hand combat. The two were so unbelievably fast that the only thing that could be seen was the shocks of their blows connecting. The fight seemed rather one sided as Azazel was mainly blocking the attacks the figure threw at him, so he could find an easy opening to exploit.

While as for the figure they kept on brutally assaulting, Azazel with rather dangerous blows which would break the body of a High-Class Devil if the aura surrounding her fists meant anything. Of course, this proved a little harmful to Azazel, who had to this seriously and actually make an effort to put his guard up against an opponent like this.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

*DON!* DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!*

Firing massive amounts of energy volleys with her strange dragon power, the figure laughed as Azazel simply rubbed the back of his head then raised his hand to create a rather large lance of light with a long spear.

'This power's aura, it's really familiar, but how could she have…?' Azazel was troubled with his thoughts as he prepares to counter the attack.

"Heh!"

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

Swinging the edge of the spear effortlessly, Azazel was able to cut the energy volleys in one slice as they consecutively exploded.

Watching from below were S. Michael and Sirzechs, who didn't once let their eyes off the battles occurring right in front of them.

Catching glance of Azazel's lack of trying to use his full power, Sirzechs said,

"He's not even trying to finish this quickly, what is he waiting for?"

S. Michael replied, "Perhaps he's examining the enemy's movements, but it would seem to be a really difficult task to accomplish."

S. Michael and Sirzechs couldn't even understand the figure's mind function as she was rather unpredictable to make out her next move. They were starting to even question if this person was the same as 'back' then…

Commencing in another close quarters combat, Azazel kept guarding each of the figure's viscous attacks while staring at her body's movements closely as she seemed uncontrolled and relentless.

'The way she was using her power back then would have been overwhelming. If I had decided to take this fight like a joke with the many others I used to mess around in.' Azazel thought as he tried to examine the figure's quick movements to see no opening as she would always attack with no rest, 'It seems that my blocking tactic won't last much longer as she'll get fed up and make a mistakenly wide opening."

Getting fed up with Azazel's blocking, the figure taunted and threw a quick punch to Azazel's face,

"What's wrong, Crow-Boy, you don't like taking the first move when confronting a woman? Oh, how flattering, but sadly, a little pansy assed, don't you think!?"

'Got you!'

Catching the fist, Azazel slowly lowers it down and remarks, "Woman? Chi! Like I'd show courtesy towards a monster like you."

Azazel raises his arm to create a light spear to impale the half-wide opened figure, but instead of trying to escape she simply laughs in enjoyment.

"What's so funny?" Azazel worried about why she seemed so energetic.

"A monster…how flattering and true, you're also good with your words too… Too bad I have to rip that tongue out of that filthy mouth of yours!"

*Shiiiiiiiine!*

Azazel looks down to see the a large orb of red energy close to his chest as he clicks his tongue,

"I should've seen this one coming."

The figure giggled, "Bye-Bye~! I hope you have a safe trip to hell!"

*DOOOON!* *TSUUUUUUUUUUUUU!*

Firing the growing large orb of red energy the Figure was able to force Azazel back with the blast's force as he headed towards the ground below towards the leaders trying to raise their protective barrier around the frozen devils unable to protect themselves.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Yes, get crushed and annihilated like a pile of smoking flesh! All of you!"

*DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!*

*TSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!*

Increasing the mass of the massive orb, the figure made things a whole lot difficult for Azazel as they fired more volleys of energy into the sphere as the high scale energy attack started to prove a little too much for him at his state.

"Tch! I guess, I should really go all out. No time to review over her movements…"

Giddily watching her long hated foe get destroyed with the leaders below the Figure couldn't help, but shake in joy. Finally, she would get her revenge for what they did, yes, they deserve nothing more than a harsh, painful death by her hands.

*PUUUUSH!*

"Huh?" The figure then noticed the massive sphere being pushed back towards her, "Wuh-oh..."

Surrounded in a staggering amount of aura, Azazel used most of his base strength to force back the attack with only one arm. Smiling to himself, Azazel chuckles,

"What goes around comes around!"

Building up enough pressure, Azazel was able to force back the massive sphere with some struggle as the figure panics upon the sphere coming closer and closer until it's pressed up against her about to explode,

"No! I can't die, not now! Not here!"

Azazel, who continued to look up at the screaming figure was not amused as he already knew where this was going. The figure's right black glove slowly burned away as she continued to cry out in anguish,

"This is impossible, the likes of me, losing to-Psych~!"

*SMACK!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

Laughing the figure was able to backhand the mass of energy into the forest where a single flash of red light filled the entire school which soon followed with a massive explosion, which seemed to be the size of half an airport.

"Nice try, but that won't stop me~!" Azazel narrowed his eyes at the Figures revealed hand having bandaged around it as the fingers seemed to have very sharp claws. It seems his hypothesis on the pieces being implanted within her were starting to be correct.

"Impressive acting, you must be a riot at parties." Azazel mocked.

"Oh, you have no idea, bitch crow boy, you can say that I tend to be a real killer at events like that. I even made my own game, if you're interested?" The figure then started to unwrap her bandages as Azazel felt something really familiar about the presence, until he widened his eyes along with S. Michael and Sirzechs who were watching from the ground.

"It involves you trying to kill your gaming partner with at least one of your limbs. Many people rejected to play it because they said it was too complicated and dangerous. I mean, what's so complicated about people killing each other?"

Ignoring the figure's words, Azazel focused on their arm as it was just as he expected it was one of a dragon's with red scales with large jagged claws. And with this Azazel could now confirm his suspiscions about this being having implanted something very dangerous into her body.

"That aura and presence…it seems this turned into a threat, we cannot ignore anymore." Sirzechs narrowed his eyes at the dragon arm.

"How could they have gotten their hands on that forbidden dead creature's body?" S. Michael wondered out loud.

"Yup, it's on the mark alright."

"So here is how you play, first, I'll play my turn, right…."

Azazel reassured himself then gasps as the figure disappears from his sight, "Where did they go, hm?"

Azazel looked lax as he rubbed his chin, but the aura, he surrounded himself meant his guard was up to prevent any foretold danger towards him. Appearing behind him, the figure's incredible speed allowed for her to vanish and get the drop Azazel.

"Nice try, but you know, not really."

*CLASH!*

*BANG!*

Is what she thinks as Azazel shirks back and raises his forearm to block the clawed fist lunged towards his arm as a small explosion to emphasis the strength of the attack being landed as smoke raises itself in the air and clear out to show Azazel's long sleeve was torn off by the attack.

"Phew! That was a close one."

"Awww~! Why won't you stay still and die!" The figure started off cutely then shouted vulgarly as she latched onto Azazel arm and much to his surprise he was being spun around by her as the figure laughed, "Spin~! Spin~! Spin~! And…DIE~!"

She released Azazel and fired her incoming attack.

*DON!* *DON!* *DON!* *DON!*

Getting thrown towards the ground, Azazel was then greeted by the sight of 4 energy volley blasts ready to engulf him.

*BAAAANG!*

A large crater was made as black smoke covered Azazel's body and anything within the crater.

"Now here's the last one!" The figure raised her arm and created a larger more destructive orb of dragon power energy and fired at crater and…

*DOOOOOON!*

The entire crater grew 5 times its size after a huge explosion over takes it.

"Hahahahahahaha! Try and stand up after that you, crow bitch!" The figure laughed out loud, thinking she got the governor-general right where she wanted him, but a tap to her right shoulder caught her attention.

"Whoa, that was a close one, you know?" Azazel laughed as he was unscathed from the attack, he actually used his speed to dodge the volley blasts before he hit the ground and managed to get behind the figure that let their guard down.

"Kch! No fair, you were supposed to have died?" The figure growled in irritation as her cute demeanor was starting to get replaced by frustrating annoyance, "But, oh well, it means that you're actually taking this serious-Ugh!"

*ZAAN!*

"W-What?" The figure looks down aghast at what entered her.

Piercing their chest with a light spear, Azazel caught the blood coughing figure off guard as he closes his eyes and says, "This is it."

He made sure to hit the spot where the figure's heart was to give them a quick death. Even if it was towards the heart his light spear was top notch and another level compared to his subordinates so a win like this wasn't hard to comprehend.

Taking it upon himself to say some final words, Azazel said,

"Sorry that I had to end it like this, but a threat like you had to be taken care of, or else you may potentially destroy the world as you please. It may have been too late to say this, but I guess you must have taken the sacred treasure of the Celtic Children of the Hanamura Clan, the severed pieces of the Welsh Dragon's body."

Narrowing his eyes, Sirzechs brought up, "Azazel, we-"

"I know…I know, geez, we're not supposed to talk about that topic. I was the one, who proposed the idea to never speak of the clan, we all, almost, wiped out, you know?" Azazel tightened his grip on his spear and pushed it deeper into the figure.

"Guargh *Cough!*…" The figure coughed out a large amount of blood as they took short raspy breaths as she started shaking in anger as Azazel continued talking.

"It's hard to wrap my head around such logic about how you are here still alive right now, and how in the hell you could have gotten your hands on those parts after they sealed off all connection to the outside world after that incident. But that won't matter once we've finished dealing with you, and once you've been put down, I'll make sure to take back those parts you took. And you don't have to worry anymore, I promise that he'll be fine and healthy from now on, in fact, he seems to be rather happy with his current life."

Azazel expected to ease the stranger's feelings about whatever they sought, but that only made her angrier.

"How dare you…"

"What?"

Breathing sharply and forcing her body to stay up right, she kept pushing herself forward off the tip of the spear. Azazel, who was caught off guard watched the figure slowly turn their head back to face him as he was eye to eye with her dragon eye.

"Just who the hell do you think you are!?" The figure screams as she pulls herself off from the spear's tip as everyone watched in horror of what she was doing. Her finger tips were shaking as she was almost done pulling herself off the blade before, she places her hand back at Azazel and yells,

"You son of bitch, you bastard, you have no right to say ANYTHING!"

*DOOOOOOOOOOON!*

"Gugh! How did she?" Azazel was blasted with a cindering variation of an energy wave as he felt a couple of burns on his skin and clothing, "Hah!"

Canceling out the attack with a swing of an arm, Azazel stopped the attack from furthering any longer as he points his attention on the slumped over figure, who placed her hand on her left chest which was bleeding immensely.

'She still survived that, but how?' Azazel blinked.

Azazel was sure that the figure was finished, but was taken back as something wrong was happening, shouldn't she have died already with the light spear through her heart? How is she still alive?

Panting the figure growled, "M-My past, I have nothing…you've all destroyed it…"

*SHIIIIINE!*

Suddenly a red light shined where her wound resided as she looks up to glare at Azazel, "My future, you took it from me."

'That light. Could it be the body pieces of the welsh dragon increasing her recovery rate?' Azazel thought as he realizes a dark atmosphere surrounding the pressure around them.

*SUUUU!*

Pure malice was now radiating from her aura as the figure continued to speak in a dark tone, "You expect me to just let you live after what you did…no, you expect me to allow this dirty world to exist after being so corrupt!"

Negative emotions rise from the figure's aura. Hatred, Anger, Depression, Sadness, and even Revenge all of these bad thoughts were stirring up in her body and soul.

The entire field was chokingly quiet as no one uttered a word as they listened in on the figure's words full of contempt towards everyone there.

"I will never forgive you, Governor-General! I can never forgive you, your very existence is a sin! And the devils and angels too, they deserve to die, everything should end it's only fair! An eye for an eye, and a life for lives!"

Closing his eyes, and breathing in Azazel exhaled, "My entire existence is a sin, huh? Haven't heard that one in a while. But at the rate things are going it seems that I have no choice."

Azazel looks down at Sirzechs and S. Michael and asked, "Hey, Sirzechs and Michael, would you mind if I leave no remains of the body? Because I don't think preserving it now after we're done will be a good idea, especially, if there's the off chance that Michael may stumble upon it."

"Go ahead, we won't stop you." Sirzechs may have said this, but secretly agreed to Azazel's method.

"Even when we face the same matter once more, it still comes to this." S. Michael looked rather apologetic for the enemy.

"Looks like I have to use it after all." Azazel looks back at the figure and reaches into his back pocket.

"You stole my past and destroyed it, so I'm going to claim back my future, here and now!"

Imbuing their wings with their dark red aura the figure made their wings look more like the wings of light as the aura made the wings illuminate a dark red sort of color. But that wasn't all around the figure's dark jacket were red dragon like markings giving off an intimidating vibe as their aura too, took the shape of a western dragon with immense power exuding her body.

"Welsh Drive."

Looking a little disappointed, Azazel pulls out a small spear with a purple jewel decorating the bottom as he scoffs,

"How disappointing, and here I thought using this on it's first test trial would be fun, and yet, for me to do this now." Azazel sighed sadly then smirks as he thrusts the spear forward, "Well, all I can do is rely on luck, and see if I can hurry this along before Rias Gremory and her servants make it out on time."

Raising her head, the figure released a loud…

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!*

Watching from afar with his arms crossed was an armored, Vali who chuckled, "It seems things just got a lot less boring, didn't it?"

*DON!*

"Blargh!"

"But it's still going at a slow pace."

Firing a block of energy to kill a magician trying to sneak attack him, Vali paid no mind to him and focused on the Old School Building and smirked within his masked helmet, "I think I know how to fix that, but not now, patience. Might as well let the loser enjoy himself before doing that."

Releasing a dangerous white aura, Vali's calm demeanor seemed a little exaggerated as his aura flaring out intimidated the magicians, and showed how much he wanted to take action, but patience…patience was always a virtue he could support, and once the time for patience is done, then he can finally have his fun.