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Amidst the ruined city, a certain girl roaming around. Her long glowing blond hair, her silver armor cling to her body, a dark-blue skirt that reaches above her thighs and armored boots and a black stockings. That's right, this girl is none other than Durandal, the schicksal's strongest Valkyrie.
As what she was doing in the ruined city, she merely took a break since Rita asked her to.
'Shame, this hour would've been better if I continued to train rather than indulge myself in a little break. I mean, long training and long breaks are much more appreciable than long training and small breaks.' Durandal thought to herself and continued roaming, hoping to find a Honkai beast that can spar with her.
After eight minutes of roaming, Durandal let out a heavy sigh and stretched her arms, the movement accentuating her weariness. "Hnnngg... Time to head back to camp." Just as she turned, an unsettling aura materialized behind her.
Her head snapped back, eyes scanning the source of the aura, and she was met with an unexpected sight: a bug. "A bug? When did bugs get this big?" Durandal's head tilted slightly as she continued to study the eerie insect before her.
The aura intensified, multiplying until it enveloped her from all sides. Even the ground beneath her feet seemed to vibrate with the dark energy, as if the very earth itself was being consumed.
Durandal let out a resigned sigh, her mind racing with possibilities. "A new Honkai beast, perhaps? Either way, Bishop Otto needs to know." With a swift motion, she called forth her trusted ally King, and the Abyss Flower spear, erupting into existence in her hands.
With a burst of speed, Durandal launched forward like a projectile, breaking the sound barrier in less than a second. She smashed into the bug with incredible force, shattering it into pieces like fragile glass. The destruction was almost casual, a testament to Durandal's formidable power.
This display of strength wasn't surprising, given Durandal's reputation as Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie. After all, she had taken down an Emperor-class Honkai with ease, treating the formidable foe like a mere obstacle in her path.
As Durandal continued her relentless assault, her mind wandered to the peculiarities of the new Honkai beast. "This new Honkai beast... They're not strong, but they're not fast either... It's like a newborn beast that doesn't know instinct and only follows what's in front of their eyes." Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her spear slicing through the air, striking down another wave of the eerie creatures.
Despite her distraction, Durandal's movements remained fluid and precise, her battle-honed instincts guiding her actions. She seemed to be thinking aloud, her observations flowing freely as she dissected the behavior of the Honkai beasts.
After the relentless attack, Durandal finally stopped and sighted as she stared at the eerie bug with confusion. Shaking her head, Durandal turned her body and was about to leave until a sound of clapping echoed the battlefield.
"!!!" Durandal immediately turns around where the clapping sound was, a long black haired man... No, that's not what makes her stop, it was the man's appearance. A black cloak, an insect wing, arm and legs. His dark blue eyes and dark blue star shape crown on his head. The man continues clapping, while his face beams with a smile.
The man's voice was laced with sarcasm as he said, "Uwah, what a magnificent battle... It would've been great if all of you died instead." His face, however, remained a mask, devoid of emotion. Durandal's eyes narrowed, her mind working overtime to understand the man's motives. After a brief silence, she asked, "You... Identify yourself."
The man's expression didn't change, but his tone turned even more caustic. "Me? Maybe I'm just a passerby? Or maybe an enemy? Who knows? And who cares, anyway?" He spoke with a dismissive air, as if Durandal's question was beneath him.
Durandal's gaze remained steady, her eyes narrowed as she pointed the Abyss Flower spear at the man. "That doesn't answer my question, Mr.," she said, her voice firm.
The man met her gaze, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he replied, "And I don't have a plan to answer your question either."
The air was thick with tension as the two locked eyes, the silence between them heavy with unspoken threats. Durandal's grip on her spear tightened, her stance radiating a sense of readiness, as if waiting for the man to make his next move.
With explosive speed, Durandal launched herself at the man, her spear flashing through the air. The man reacted with acrobatic agility, executing a perfect backflip to evade the attack. As he landed, a twisted black scythe materialized in his hand, its appearance eerily reminiscent of rotting, dead insects.
The clash of spear and scythe unleashed a palpable conflict of energies: the divine aura emanating from Durandal's Abyss Flower spear seemed to shimmer with holy light, while the man's scythe pulsed with an unholy, eerie energy. The two auras warred for dominance, their opposing natures creating a sense of discordant power.
The man looked at Durandal with disdain and spoke
The man's gaze was filled with disdain as he sneered at Durandal. "Ugh, seriously? Is fighting all that's inside your head?" Despite his taunt, Durandal remained silent, her focus solely on the battle. She poured more force into her spear, the pressure causing the man's grip on his scythe to falter.
The man's smirk seemed almost incongruous with the situation, but he managed to maintain it as he continued to provoke Durandal. "What a monster you are. I'm impressed you still haven't killed yourself." His words were laced with venom, but his tone was almost casual, as if he was discussing the weather rather than trading blows with a formidable opponent.
"I'm also surprised you still haven't touched the grass." The man's lip curled in distaste as he gazed at Durandal. "What is this now, brainrot shit? If so, you can go ahead and kill yourself – in fact, you can spread your brainrot to the others so they can join you." His words dripped with venom and contempt, the implication clear: he saw Durandal as something diseased, something that needed to be eradicated.
The man's tone was biting, his language deliberately provocative. He seemed to take pleasure in pushing Durandal's buttons, testing her limits and probing for weaknesses. Despite the precarious situation, he showed no signs of backing down, his confidence in his own abilities evident in prowess.
Durandal's response was laced with uncertainty. "Brainrot? What are you talking about, Mr.? I only heard that touching grass is a way of... living life? And the brain can be rotted despite living?" Her words trailed off, her confusion evident.
The man gazed at her with disgust, his expression twisted in distaste. "Are you stupid or something? If so, I beg you to get away from me." His tone was biting, his words chosen to cut deep. He seemed repulsed by Durandal's ignorance, and his reaction was almost visceral.
The man launched a kick at Durandal, but she swiftly grabbed his leg and slammed him to the ground.
The impact was tremendous, shattering the floor beneath them as they crashed through the building's structure, finally coming to a stop on the ground floor.
The man groaned, gazing up at the destruction above. "Seriously?! Can't you just throw me above, not below!" He cursed, scrambling to his feet.
As he looked up, a swift kick sent him flying across the street. The man yelped, his body soaring through the air before he crashed to the ground. "Dammit! Hey, hey! Stop messing around!" He shouted, his anger and frustration evident as he struggled to get back to his feet.
Durandal landed beside him, her expression expectant as she asked, "Well? You're gonna tell your name now, Mr.?" The man's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression still twisted in disgust. "Seriously? How monstrous are you?" he spat.
Durandal tilted her head, her response matter-of-fact. "Monster? Don't compare me to the Honkai beasts. I'm not into the destruction of humanity. And if you're talking about my strength, training always pays off. Anyone can do it as long as they do it." She spoke with a tone that implied it was simply a fact of life, her words devoid of arrogance or boastfulness. Despite the incredible feats she had performed, she seemed to view her abilities as nothing out of the ordinary.
The man's face soured further, his disgust seemingly intensifying as he stared at Durandal. His reaction was almost incredulous, as if he couldn't believe she didn't see herself as he did.
"Tch, I can't believe Pan-Human History is hiding this monster." The man's mutter was barely audible, but Durandal's sharp ears picked it up. "Pan-Human History? What are you talking about, Mr.?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the man, who was now battered and covered in dirt.
The man clicked his tongue in annoyance, his expression disdainful. "Nothing for you to worry about, you bastard." Durandal shook her head, her tone gentle but firm. "That's not the way to talk when someone is asking you a question, Mr."
She crossed her arms, patiently waiting for the man to reveal himself. Vortigern's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with malice. "Tch, what are you looking at? Want my name, then I'll tell you – it's Vortigern. Happy? Well, I'm not. So go kill yourself so I can sleep peacefully." His words were laced with venom, his tone dripping with contempt.
Just as Durandal was about to grab him, Vortigern's body sank into the darkness, consumed by the shadows. As he disappeared, he smirked and flipped Durandal the middle finger. "Let us hope not to meet again, you're worse than Morgan herself. Go away, you monster!" His voice lingered in the air, the insult landing with a bitter taste.
The irony wasn't lost on Durandal, who furrowed her brows in response. Vortigern's parting words were laced with hypocrisy, a monster labeling a human a monster. Despite the absurdity, Durandal's expression remained serious, her eyes narrowing as she watched Vortigern vanish into the darkness.
Vortigern thought he'd finally escaped the monster's clutches, but a brilliant star burst into the dark realm, illuminating the shadows. "Wait, shooting star? That bastard?!" Vortigern's eyes widened as he swiftly dodged the incoming projectile.
Durandal's voice echoed through the darkness, her tone light and almost playful. "Let's hope you're still alive when we meet again, Mr. Vortigern. It would be a shame if you die, and you're also a great sparring partner to workout my body every day."
Vortigern's face twisted in rage as he cursed at Durandal, his anger and frustration boiling over. "You... You fiend! I'll kill you! Mark my words!" His threats were lost in the darkness as Durandal's presence faded away, leaving him to seethe in anger.
(A/N: This how the fight between Oberon vortigern and Durandal would be look like, let's also not forget the only thing that will save Oberon vortigern from danger is becoming danger itself (abysmal monster woahhh) and swallowed everything it's path and trapping them inside a place where exist doesn't exist.)
Author:Moth man really can't catch a break, let my moth peacefully destroy humanity!
Moth: that's right, that's right! Listen to your piece of shit author and leave me alone!
Durandal: no, from now on you become my punching bag.
Author: "look at Oberon, grabbing her should and stared at him smiling like a certain meme, while Durandal behind me smiling too."