"…I have a bad feeling about this." Julie whispered to Ancestra. Without her mind properly registering, her hands moved in front of her catching a sword that was thrown from Harriet's general direction. Looking at the weapon in her hands, it was the katana woman wielded.
"Are you sure you should be giving me a weapon, Harriet?" asked the pink, pastel-haired woman. She flipped the sword on its blade and wielded the katana deftly in her hands. It looked normal except for the fact that it was heavily designed, with its blood-red wrapped hilt, a guard that resembles a raging flame, a black spine and blinding white edge. Both sides had the design of a golden cloud that covered most of the blade but just enough for its base colors to be noticeable. On one side, the initials "HARRIET" were carved with great precision and accuracy.
The weird thing about this blade is that when Julie had held Lightsbane for the first time, it felt right. It felt natural to wield this katana. This thought filled her with confidence. She swung it a few times, and the paradoxical heaviness of its weightlessness of it sunk into her whole body.
"Hell yeah~ Lightsbane fits ya like a glove, don't it?" Harriet whistled in content, warming up her body. She stretched like it was getting ready for a race.
"She gets a weapon and I don't? Hello?" Ancestra protested at her teacher who was doing wide legged squats. The teacher wore a pastel red parka, which was ill-fitted for doing said squats. She also wore dark red stockings and black military boots custom-designed to her tastes. After that, she stuck her hand into a swirling blood-dripping portal that pulled out a small black scrunchie for her to tie her hair.
"Alright, I'm done preparing! You two ready?" Harriet asked the two with a look that basically said "what, you didn't expect to fight in this huge arena?"
"Where's my wea-" Before Ancestra could finish her question, Harriet does nothing but point a finger at her the same way she pointed at Sinsear.
"You're your own weapon. Use yourself." Harriet spoke in a serious tone, but her wide, innocent looking eyes betrayed the girl.
Then, as if on cue, or more accurately forced out of her, Ancestra's bandaged arm bursts out with its demonic form. Blood slowly flushes out from her arm and juts out in size, slowly but surely mutating into an unholy visage. Ancestra's eyes gain a trail of hot reddish white lighting accompanied by her raven hair flaring out its light pink dye.
'Well, it came out… maybe it recognized Harriet as a much deadlier threat than Deb.' Ancestra exhaled sharply. The gravity of the situation did not hit her to the fullest just yet.
Assessing herself, Ancestra found herself calm for the time being. She suspected that when the Red-Haired Demon sings she'll lose her composure. Starting by regulating her breathing, the girl continued to keep a watchful eye on the red-clad self-proclaimed Demon for any movements. She moved her arm around, swung it a few times, and surely enough the large limb didn't feel detrimental in the slightest. Quite literally, it was an extension of her body.
"Ancy, look sharp." Julie nudged Ancestra to snap the female out of her small reverie, making the girl look forward. Harriet wasn't in front of them anymore; she was at the other side of the arena, with something that resembles an axe that was larger and taller than the female.
"What the hell is that? Why's she wielding it incorrectly?" Ancestra raised an eyebrow in confusion. Moments later, Harriet raised the axe up high and ran her free hand across its side, strumming what seems to be strings that was attached to the axe. A wild, grunge tune seized the two female's ears, with two large black speakers rising from two separate blood-colored swirling portals beside the red-haired devil.
"And as for everyone reading, I'll just… play some music. Play something along if you'd like~ BGM is preferred, but to each their own~" Harriet whispered to you.
"Get ready, girls! You have one mission. Reach me!" Harriet shouted excitedly before strumming another heavy tune and shouting in harmony to the music. She starts playing the axe which the black speakers frantically, walking around while her fingers moved up and down across the axe's body, producing several tunes that mesh into each other for a blood-pumping and invigorating music. In accordance to the darkening hymn, thralls of demonic howls resonate from under the arena, coating the skies in another hue of blood red. The ground becomes enveloped in the same dye as the blood red horizon.
Countless skeletal creatures rise from the ground and awakening from their mistress' wakening cacophony of metallic harmony, bearing their master's crimson color with piercing red dots for eyes. As they amassed their battalion that covered the entire arena save for the two girls, they roared in unison to give heed to their summoner's will and battle cry. The Demon screamed in symphony once more, riffing her guitar in far more intensity with which the skeletal horde responded in bombarding the two girls with their overwhelming speed, power, and quantity.
"…!" Julie mimicked a sword stance which alluded to her katana being sheathed in one side. With no sheath she had to use her hand to serve as one, which was risky for one single mistake could cost her left hand's fingers all cut off in one fell swoop to fall a seemingly never ending sea of raging demonic skeletons. After what seemed to be the half of a second, she unsheathed the katana in her right hand in a wide, circular sweep that made Ancestra duck before she could even realize it.
The horde of skeletal demons were wiped like a stain off a table entirely. The power of the sword in Julie's hands, the pink, pastel-haired girl could still not comprehend it. The arena for one moment was on the brink of overflowing with minions, the next moment it was as clean as they had come here before the fight started.
"The hell was that?!" Ancestra stood up after Julie's attack as they both nodded to each other and start making their way towards the Demon. More skeletons surged from their front, becoming a lance to the two-man phalanx that was the duo. The regenerating horde of demons cut through the middle of the two of them, effectively separating them. Larger forms of skeletons come rise from the ground to the hymn of their master that reverberates through the two girls across the entire arena.
"Welp, she can't answer my question now!" Ancestra exhales a bated breath as she clenched her right arm to swing across her right side and front, its heaviness and momentum enough to make her take off the ground and spin in a circle to also hit the horde behind her. She landed on her feet nimbly after the right swinging hook, now clawing her way through the endless minions to make her way through the obviously made door-like archway that leads to more of the large skeletons that she just socked the midsection of its spine by delivering a self-propelled kick, whisking towards it and hitting it with the force akin to an anti-material rifle bullet.
She dives down with her demonic hand as a pedestal to maintain her momentum as she flipped, tumbling her body forward like an acrobat as she spread her healthy legs wide to cover her immediate area and kick almost every single skeleton in her way. She regained her position and made wide arching swipes of her clawed hand, her eyes leaving a hot pink trail of fizzling lightning as she tore her way into the next section.
As they split apart, Julie found her restrictions removed, with which her blade made swift and wide movements to placate the raging tide of bones that came truly out to kill her. Harriet was not holding back; her chords resonated through the entire arena, and strengthened the durability of her minions as well as their density and quantity. Yet it did not matter for Julie and Lightsbane that she wields, for it cuts through everything.
The female dashed forward for every wave of her sword towards bone, gnashing through the skeletons like industrial drills through dirt. Her wide arcs were followed by a slice of vacuumed air that traveled farther than her blade could reach, giving her more space and time to rest in between her energy-draining slashes. For the Lightsbane's power to be of this scale, of course an equivalent exchange must be in effect.