The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 227: Nightraid vs Beacon [2]

Just as Cardin took his place, Sheele pushed up her glasses but flinched and spun around when she couldn't feel them.

"They're on your head Sheele!" Parc called amusedly from the side.

Sheele's spinning paused and she looked to where his voice came from with a squint and patted her head, flushing as she pulled down her glasses and cleared up her vision.

"She's an idiot," Cardin snickered. "Hey teach, I thought this was supposed to be a challenge. How's this idiot supposed to be a fight?"

Parc could only shake his head helplessly, 'this boy's going to regret this sooo much.' From his side cold snickerings came from Leone who was patting her bottom ensuring there was no permanent scaring to her cheeks. The other girls while not so blatant, were smiling in some form of knowing mockery.

Sheele reached behind her back and pulled out her weapon drawing the baffled expressions from all around. A massively over sized pair of scissors with a panda face emblem replacing the tension screws.

"Is that what I think it is?" Weiss exclaimed.

"I think so" Blake responded.

All the while Ruby was still sparkling at the sight of the weapon as Sheele held one of its over sized rings with one hand and the other holding the back of the blade. She looked imposing, though completely goofy, which to Ruby was a bonus and the way Yang was chuckling to herself reminded her of when she first brought home her scythe, crescent rose. Back then Yang had been so taken aback by the sight of a thirteen year old girl carrying a highly advanced .50mm rifle that could turn into a scythe nearly twice her height and weight.

"Oh that is the weirdest weapon I've seen in a long time. Even worse then that laptop you turned into a chakram last year." Yang bellowed holding her belly to still the rising pain her hearty laughter brought.

On the stage Sheele clutched Extase warmly and inspected Cardin, he held his mace over his shoulder and cracked his neck twice. His expression domineering and arrogant, like a baby tiger to strung up on its parents accomplishments while not being worthy of anything. It was cute, she thought.

"Please give up." Sheele spoke surprising Cardin.

"Ahh? As if." He puffed and held out one hand, fingers curling in twice in a 'pass here' gesture. "How about you give up and toss me that token."

Sheele looked to Parc, she knew he said not to give up in the beginning but she just wasn't sure she could not accidentally kill the boy. What if she messed up on holding back? To her that was a possibility with too high a chance of occurring. "I can't do that." Shaking her head, "if if you really want to fight then I won't stop you its just please try not to die."

"Yeah, as if you could kill me." A snort so filled with confidence Parc couldn't wait to see it be shattered into a million pieces.

He stepped between them, looked to each of them and asked, "you two ready?" both responded affirmatively. "Grand, then I say let the fight begin!" he buzzed out of the arena in a glory of waving feathers that drifted and faded to nothing.

Cardin kicked off, his speed slow compared to Yang but fast enough that he could clear the distance between the two within seconds. His hammer swung from his shoulder, crashing down over Sheele.

She stared up nonplussed at the fast incoming weapon and frowned. Even for how airheaded she was she could tell it was slow and weak, nothing like anyone back on their world. Her breath held, she gripped Extase's handle and for just the split of a second opened the blades and let Cardin's hammer smash between them.

The boys expression brightened with cruelty but as Sheele slammed shut the blade's and spun to the side he was sent stumbling forwards. His body light as air causing him to crash face first into the floor.

He quickly rose and pivoted to meet Sheele but as he raised up his mace and heard the raucous of noises from the side, he realized one thing. His weapon was light. A sparkle from the side drew his attention and there he saw it. The ten black flanges of his mace surrounding a red dust crystal with part of the handle as lain imbedded in the floor. Then his gaze was drawn to his hands and paled when he saw the exquisitely smooth hut that had severed his Executioner in half.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." Sheele mumbled, the clack of her feet drawing Cardin back to her, his eyes trembling and body shaking as her weapon pointed upwards shining like a light in the darkness. She drew closer and a glancing light shone her glasses into the shimmer of a demons. Stride pausing before Cardin she muttered, "please give up. I don't think I can stop myself from hurting you if we keep fighting."

Echoes from the onlookers billowed with confusion and amazement, for some silence as their eyes bulged out of their heads.

There was no chance for Cardin, that much Parc knew. While Sheele may not be the most powerful of the seven but what she lacked in power was the ability to hold back said power. A fight with her was almost always a life threatening ordeal for the many accidental times she could trip and send Extase flying tip first towards someone. In real battle when she was working herself as an assassin she was a perfect fighter, cold, ruthless, and most important, without mercy. Now though, free from the war with Honest and the Empire, the most lethal she had to be was not at all.

Had he been crueler perhaps he would have sent Akame in and had her almost knick him and given them all a little show about what would have happened if he had.

'That reminds me,' he thought looking to Akame, the girl lifting her head when she sensed him, 'I should see if Murasame works on Grimm. Then again,' he shrugged, 'I might not even bring out the girls for this. Would sort of ruin the fun if I could just do everything so simply. Just keep them as my information gatherers for now. If I need them I'll call for them but otherwise I'd like to keep things interesting.' He reasoned, adding that they all deserved some modicum of a peaceful life after everything they've been through. No need to drag them into another war. Though they had been plenty active in asking him to let them help when he first brought them out to work at Gloam.

"What the hell was that!?" Cardin roared, "my weapon! You destroyed my weapon!" his face blared red, he threw the remaining handle of his Mace to the side and rushed her. He threw one punch and it collided with Extase with a ringing noise raising from the weapon.

"Please stop. You're going to hurt yourself like this." Sheele tried to protest blocking the volley of jabs the boy sent her way, each one weak, much, much weaker than Leone's without Lionel being activated.

"Bullshit! You give up! You destroyed my weapon you bitch!"

Parc shook his head helplessly and Glynda frowned heavily at the boys cussing. She knew his temper was building up since that incident in the Forever fall but was it really necessary to go berserk on a girl for a weapon? It wasn't like it could be repaired by the smiths or by himself just as well.

"I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." She spun to the side, her foot caught on the ground and she staggered and fell. As she spun to land on her bottom, Extase's point suddenly jerked open and one of the blades tips pointed to the swift approaching boy.

He couldn't react, his mind addled with pent up anger forced him forwards thinking his aura would protect him yet as he drew closer the blade pierced easily through his aura and into his skin. But before he could go any further he was jerked back and thrown to the ground. Breath left his lungs but quickly he was casting angered eyes at whoever it was who'd thown him like that.

"I think that's enough." Parc sighed and moved to kneeling by Sheele's side. "You okay?" he asked getting a slow nod. "Good," he offered his hand and helped her raise off the ground. Frowning at the small drip of red at the tip of one Extase's blade.

"The hell you doing!? We were fighting!" Cardin slammed his fist down and roared. "I had her where I wanted her!"

"Cardin. Are you an idiot?" Parc questioned, the boy growled, "because if you went barrelling ahead you would be a dead man right now. Have you even noticed that you're bleeding?"

"No I'm not." Cardin harrumphed but as the adrenalin weakened he felt a sharp pain at his chest. He looked down and thorugh the plate of his armour he saw a small straight gash, right through the chest of the bird emblazoned on his armour. A hand rose, feeling the hole and winced in pain when he felt something wet stick his shirt to his body. Cardin touched his shirt and pulled away his hand, gaping at the burgundy fluid coating his finger. He tore from his pocket his scroll and saw his aura gauge had barely budged. "Wha- h-how?" that shouldn't be possible he thought.

Parc huffed, watching with a cool smirk Sheele swaying bottom as she retook her place with the others and faced the students, beginning to pace. "I suppose I left out another little titbit of information. While yes, none of these fine ladies has an aura, they still have something special about them. As many of you just saw Sheele was able to pierce through not only through armour, but aura as well. Her weapon, Extase, or as it's fully known as, The Cutter of Creation: Extase, is practically capable of cutting through nigh everything."

'That's impossible' was the unanimous noise filling the room. Ignoring Ruby, she was practically foaming with excitement at the notion of such a weapon.

Yang's hand threw up, her face a shade of pale, "doesn't that mean tits over there has something as well? Is that why her punches hurt so much?" still clear from the colour of her skin and the panicked looks she was giving Leone made her guilt readily apparent.

"No. Leone is just stupidly strong." Parc said, "being honest she didn't even use her weapon on you the entire time."

"Eh, there wasn't any point. The brat's weak and got all squeamish from a little blood."

Yang clenched tight her fists as Parc felt a buzzing from his pocket.

"Hmm?" he hummed seeing on his scroll a message from someone he hadn't been expecting. 'Bertilak huh? Forgot about those two.' Opening the message he quickly scanned through its contents and frowned. "So the crown's up to something hey?"