The battle started off with Guila and Jericho attacking together. The two Holy Knights had me cornered- both of them stood on either side of me, rather confident in their chances. I knew I was screwed by this point- either I kill them or not, and the first is off the table. I just hoped this would give Meli and Ban enough time to escape, or, you know, just survive in general. They both simultaneously went in for a joint attack.

"Heavenly Bomb Feild!" They shouted together, as the attack initiated. Guila created several small masses of flame, bombs, and Jericho attacked with her sword to simultaneously activate and strengthen the blast radius, strength, and overall destruction of every bomb as they all detonated.

Purple demon markings appeared on my face, wrapping around my eye and framing my left cheek. My eyes shifted from their usual (e/c) color into a deep purple that matched Jericho's.

"Purgatory Containment," I muttered, causing the hellfire version of my usual attack to come into existence. Purple flames surrounded me in a box, condensed flames that were strengthened by the use of my Sacred Treasure and demonic abilities. After the sounds of explosions stopped, I ceased the protection so that my flames vanished. Jericho's eyes widened, seeing me untouched.

"What? How are you not dead?" She growled, charging toward me with her sword. She jumped upward, with her sword prepared to impale me. I grinned sadistically, snapping my whip so that it wrapped around her waist. I slammed her into the ground, then dragged her toward me, wrapping the durable leather of my weapon around my forearm and elbow so that it's size condensed, bringing her closer. She stood in front of me, struggling with as she glared defiantly at me.

"Sweetie, you don't mess with the Sins who get serious~" I purred, the purple markings writhing against my skin. They extended, returned to my skin, then outstretched again. I assumed that, accompanied by my sadistic grin, gave me a rather scary appearance.

"(Y/N), I'd appreciate it if you released her and allowed our real battle to commence," Guila's voice rang out, causing me to look back at her with a raised eyebrow. I dropped Jericho with a loud thud, and she scrambled away, grabbing her sword and preparing to fight again. Guila stopped her. "Now, now, Jericho. This is why you study, like I recommended. While it is uncommon for the captain of the Eight Deadly Sins to use his demonic abilities openly, you seem to be perfectly fine and unaffected by the influence of the demonic realm and it's power. Well, most of the time... It's very interesting- not many people live to tell the tale of either of your powers."

"So you actually read up on me," I grinned, the demon markings on my face vanishing. "I'm impressed. However, I don't plan on using the abilities of my race. I just wanted to scare Jericho back into her place. I'm confident that I can beat the both of you without using it for anything other than healing."

"Now that is where you've made your mistake," Guila grinned, and I stepped out of the way in time to dodge Jericho's attack. She slammed her sword down so it made contact with the ground. She growled, whirling to face me. She swung and I blocked, tightening my whip between my hands and making sure her sword didn't touch me. "Jericho is a very skilled swords-woman. She is one of the best in the Reactors- possibly better than me. I, on the other hand, will play the role of support in this battle. Chain Explosion."

Several of her small bombs appeared around me and Jericho as we fought a particularly unfair sword fight, considering I didn't have a sword, but a sword fight all the same. I made sure to dodge the bombs every time she attempted to push me into one, but failed to notice that they would explode on their own.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit.

I was sent flying up into the air, the Knight I was fighting in close-combat escaping my grasp just before the first bomb went off. I grimaced, being blown every which way as my skin burned. Cuts and burns ripped into my flesh, my demonic powers not fast enough to heal every wound as new ones formed on every inch of my body. Every time I healed myself, a new, larger wound appeared.

After the explosions ceased, I found that Jericho was above me. She shoved her foot into my stomach, causing me to cough up bile as we went hurtling downwards. As we made contact with the ground, there were several not-so-good sounding cracks coming from my back, a large crater stemming from the point where my body made contact. Sorry, Byzelians...

I coughed, rolling over into my stomach. "Geez, you sure know your stuff, Guila." I wheezed, shakily beginning to stand. Jericho kicked me down again. Explodey-Knight joined her, smiling down at me.

"I like to think that I am well informed, yes," she smiled. I grinned back at her, standing shakily again.

"Well, you're pretty careless for soemone so informed," I smiled, "I'd think you'd know to never get in close quarters with me."

Her eyes widened- or her face stretched, whatever- but it was too late. I slashed my whip down, and flames erupted in a circle around my body. Geez, I've been back for no more than a week and I'm already having to use my big power.

"Hellblaze Ultimatum," I shouted, causing three large tracks of fire to issue from my body and charge toward the girls at lightning speed.

What's it gonna be, Guila?

I couldn't see anything as I collapsed on my side, rasping for breath. Man, being a mercenary is nothing compared to being a Sin. At least I can kill people in secret. I'm so out of shape when it comes to fighting like this.... I guess that's what ten years of slacking off does to you.

Sacrifice Jericho, or yourself?

Ban groaned from his place a few feet away from me, looking in my direction. "You're stupid you know that, (y/n)?" He coughed, groaning as he chuckled quietly.

Or maybe you were caught by surprise and you both go out~

"Yeah," I laughed, "I've been told. Several times."

I groaned, beginning to stand up again. Ow. The markings appeared again, ow, latching onto my back so that my bones, ow, and spine disks snapped back into place. Ow. It hurts. A lot.

I looked over to find that my attack had finished. Guila stood, untouched, looking down at Jericho with a frown. Her body was littered with burns, he armor nearly destroyed and her sword casted off to the side. She looked like she was in a shit ton of pain. I panted, readying my whip once again. I need to fight more often. I am so not used to this.

"I didn't think you were that heartless," I said, looking down at Jericho's form, then back up at Guila. She smiled.

"I'm always prepared, (y/n)," she reached into a small pocket in her armor and pulled out an Incantation Orb. Are you fucking serious right now? I use up a ton of my goddamn magical power to take one of these Holy Knight assholes out, and she has a Hyper Recovery Spell?!?! Fuck meeee. "Never forget that~"

She tossed the orb down onto Jericho's body, where her armor pieced itself back together. Her skin, which had been scorched and cut beyond repair for normal healing, was healed in almost an instant.

"Are you fucking serious?" I groaned, scowling as Jericho recovered fully, leaving the three of us. A seriously beat-up and low on magical power me, against two uninjured, demon-smelling Holy Knights at almost full magical power. "Fuck me...."

"Unexpected?" Guila purred, smiling. So fuck you.

My eyebrow twitched, and I snapped my fingers. "You're annoying. Inferno- Gideon."

A large Warhammer, mimicking Diane's Gideon, made of fire appeared above the two girls, slamming downward. Speaking of Diane, I wonder how she's doing. Maybe she escaped Explodey-Knight here and left Meli to deal with her. I wouldn't be surprised. Guila extended her sword upward, toward the Warhammer. I smirked. Good, she's distracted.

"Drift Bomb." She said, and I spoke simultaneously.

"Blaze Storm."

Just as the large hammer disappeared above her and Jericho, nearly forty fireballs came zooming at them. They had no time to react as the fire struck them. At least they'll be a little bit weakened.

I shot forward, following the last fireball. The two had their arms in front of their faces, attempting to protect themselves from the brunt of the attacks. I shoved my foot into the ground and jumped upward, flipping (just to show off) and landing behind them. Guila needs to go first- she's the biggest problem. And she annoys me more.

I jumped forward, my knee connecting with the small of her back. She coughed, bile coming up from her throat as she flew forward, her body bouncing along the earth until she skidded to a stop.

Jericho came up beside me, beginning to strike at me repeatedly with her sword. It came close, I won't lie. I had a hard time blocking her strikes; in my state I was nowhere near my top speed, and she was in pretty good condition.

"Just! Die! Al! Ready!" She grunted between five strikes, growling each of the syllables as she struck at me with the ferocity of an extremely angry demon. Which she pretty much was, judging by the ominous magical aura radiating from her.

Guila growled, standing up somewhat shakily. She was addressing me, "I did not expect you to be so troublesome, (y/n). I admit, you have proved a stronger opponent than your two comrades." She looked at the unconscious form of Meli and the immovable form of Ban.

"They got the shit beat out of them in the festival," I said, scarcely stopping Jericho from using her power, Godspeed Cross Slash. I then laughed hoarsely, adding, "And I'm not even sober!"

A small chuckle came from her as I kicked Jericho to the side, causing her to slam into one of the few standing houses that remained in the area. Oof, sorry again, Byzelians. I turned around, eyes widening as I saw her attack flying toward me, too close to block. "I apologize that we weren't able to fight when you were in good condition, I'm sure that it would've been quiet entertaining. Sadly, I must end this. Shot bomb."

The several small explosives made contact with me, detonating on impact. Blood spurted from my throat as I raised my arms up in an 'X' form to shield my face, a fruitless attempt to defend myself. Pain coursed through every cell in my body, causing a loud cry to echo over the explosions.

I was thrown backwards, skidding along the ground in a way that sent more pain shooting through my body. It seemed that every one of my injuries slammed into the floor. Once I skidded to a stop, I lay there, unmoving. Blood was oozing out of the several cuts and burns that were littered over my body. My demonic healing didn't do much, it only eased the extremeness of my injuries and calmed the pain raking over my entire being. It healed the minor wounds entirely, but the major ones were left to throb against my skin.

"Have you given up?" Guila questioned, approaching my laying form.

Ban's voice was quiet, far away. "Stay down, (y/n)!"

"Shut up, Fox," Jericho's voice growled, followed by a pained exclamation from Ban. I growled.

"You know you love him, Jericho," I groaned teasingly, beginning to stand up slowly.

"W-What?!" She screeched, face burning bright red. I chuckled, then winced, stumbling to the side.

"You are quite the resilient one, I must admit," Guila mused, her armor clunking as she approached me. She grasped my face by the cheeks between her forefinger and thumb. I spat a wad of blood into her cheek, causing her to grimace. I grinned.

"Yeah," I spoke, my voice strained and full of pain. I could feel my lungs hardly being held together by my healing abilities. "I've also... been told I talk too much..."

"That's very true as well," she growled, tossing me to the side by my head. I exclaimed in pain as I made contact with the earth once again. The raven-haired female wiped the wad of blood and bile off of her cheek, flicking into the ground. She muttered quietly, "Disgusting demoness."

"Ha," I wheezed, "That's a new one."

It was becoming sort of sad, seeing me stand up and be knocked down easily over and over. I'm a Deadly Sin, for Christ's sake! I had my sacred treasure with me! I had landed near Meli and Ban. He was looking up at me, concerned.

"Just stop," he said, "You're going to fucking die."

I laughed, "I can't count how many times you've said that to me."

"(Y/N) just-"

"Captain?! Ban!! (Y/N)?!"

King's voice barreled over Meli, Ban, Guila, Jericho, and I, immediately halting the conversation between the Fox Sin and I. Because of that momentary distraction, a sword made contact with my stomach without me being able to stop it, piercing through my skin with ease. I looked down at the person holding the sword, finding Jericho with a smug smirk. Blood came spitting out of my mouth, onto my chin and her sword.

"You... ma- mangy... bi... tch..." My words came out as a weak whisper, and she turned away from me to look at King. I stumbled, then fell backward. The gaping hole in my stomach was covered with the purple markings, but my body was struggling to heal itself, as I refused to use my demonic powers to their full extent. I sat there, laying with Ban and Meli as my ears rang. I couldn't hear what Jericho, Guila, and King were saying to each other.

"We're fu- ack- cked..." I spoke quietly, my words interrupted by blood spurting from my throat. Ban rasped a chuckle in response, focusing on his voice seemed to help calm the loud, high-pitching ring pounding relentlessly in my ears.

"I told you to stay down, dumbass."