An hour before the church had been turned into a battleground, Fallen Angels and Stray Exorcists stormed Kuoh Academy like a storm. Thanks to the bounded field, not a soul was disturbed in the wake, though the numerous battle cries and death woes would have certainly been enough to wake any living soul in the area. High in the sky, Sona and Tsubaki fought off several Fallen. Water and swords danced together in harmony, slashing apart and raining down blood and black feathers in the wake of their fallen foes. Down below, Sona's peerage with Rias' battled with fervor.
The Knights were swift to cut down the approaching rogue Exorcists while the Rooks did their part to taken the rest out in melee combat. The Bishops were at the back providing covering fire and to snipe any foe that tried to attack from afar.
Koneko had been smashing through them left and right, fists breaking bones and crushing limbs. Yuuto constantly danced around the field, slashing his foes apart through the use of his many Demonic Swords, courtesy of Sword Birth. Ruruko had been more graceful than Koneko in terms of technique, though the result was the same: bodies were sent flying and bones were smashed into dust. Saji was having considerable trouble at first, especially since he was being overrun by several opponents at once. Absorption Line had lessened them considerably, but so many foes at once was quite dangerous. Thankfully, he was saved by Momo and Tsubasa. Tomoe assisted Saji in the efforts of cutting down their foes while Reya supported everyone from afar, blasting down Exorcists and Fallens alike with magic spells.
Rias and Akeno were among the most active. Together, thunder and destructive blasts destroyed countless foes. They were goddesses of death here, decimating human and tainted divine alike.
"So many...!" Rias gritted her teeth as she and Akeno stood back-to-back, finding themselves surrounded by numerous Fallen Angels. "How were we not notified about this many being in Kuoh?!"
"They must be reinforcements." Akeno responded. "But, even so... To have so many forces all at once? Is someone in the Grigori trying to declare all-out war?!"
The red-haired Devil scowled. "Whoever they are, they've made an enemy of us." Looking up at the darkened sky, she raised her voice loudly enough for her Servant to hear. " Lancer ! I order you, in the name of Gremory! Reduce all of these foes into corpses!"
Upon hearing this order, Lancer smirked fiercely. For a moment, his otherwise golden eyes turned crimson red and fangs developed in his pearly whites. "Understood, Lady Gremory." he answered her call before turning to the many Exorcists who stood before him. They looked to be exhausted considerably, given that they had been fighting him for so long. None of them had even managed to get a hit on him, though he had not killed any of them yet. Why, they didn't understand. In a few moments, however, they would, for the man turned to face them with a fanged smile. "I am a follower of God, like yourselves." he stated clearly. "However… Fallen Angels are no idols of worship. They are but mere slabs of meat for my stakes. Why don't you all join them?"
Power charged the air as Lancer, otherwise known as Vlad III, bared his sharpened fangs and slammed his spear into the ground, body covered in a bloody aura, shrouded in darkness. And thus, spoke two words that sealed their fates.
"... Kazliki Bey!"
Sharp, twisted spires erupted from the ground. All of them below the feet of each individual Fallen Angel and Exorcist. The spears rose and skewered their targets dead center through their bodies, impaling them in a gruesome manner with the spike protruding through their throats.
Their blood fell like rain as they spasmed and choked, the spark of life, leaving them forever. In seconds, the field before Lancer had become littered with spikes, all covered in corpses and blood spilling across the ground.
Some of the blood splattered on the King of Transylvania's cheek. Vlad merely wiped it off with his sleeve.
"Pitiful. Not even ten seconds."
Lancer was not the only one who had been allowed to have free reign. Through the earth, Rider charged forth on her chariot, leaving helpless exorcists to be run over and left into broken bits. Despite the feeling of dominance out on the battlefield and the pleasures of victory, there was a small scowl on her face. Namely in part due to the fact that her Master had forbid her from picking up anyone that had caught her eye.
It irked her. It really did. All because there were quite a few Fallen Angels and Exorcists that caught her fancy. But no...she was ordered to kill them all and leave no survivors. All work and no play.
"She better make it up to me." she muttered under her breath as she swiveled around, bringing her carriage to slam and grind up quite a few unlucky poor saps caught in the crossfire. As she continued her charge, she caught sight of Berserker not far up ahead, cutting down his opponents with his blade. "Eh? He hasn't used his Noble Phantasm?"
The blonde gentleman moved with fluid grace, his knife strikes made with keen, surgical precision. Each attack cleanly sliced through the vitals of his foes. He barely got any blood on his clothes throughout the ordeal.
Had she not known any better, she would have thought he was an artisan or a dancer, moving about fluidly with grace and skill. Though blood danced in the air, not a drop touched him.
Hm, what a troublesome situation this was. Seeing him like this, she was tempted to grab him and throw him into the carriage and make sweet, sweet love to him. Of course, her Master had forbidden such actions. At least for the time being. Plus, she'd doubt he would last very long. It usually took seven or eight men to satisfy her. Even if he were to utilize his Mad Enhancement, she'd doubt his more lively side would be able to withstand her "assault".
Still, he had a quite sweet face now that she looked on. Perhaps she would try and have her fun after this?
In her thoughts, a Light spear nearly struck her, causing her chariot to wobble and nearly throw her off. "Oh, right." she realized. "We're still fighting. Fight now. Sex later."
With that, she continued her assault and ran over the previous attacker, crushing them beneath the weight of her vehicle. The battlefield reminded her a bit of back when she was alive. The feeling of watching men who swore themselves to her—heart, body and soul—fought against her enemies had been so rapturous, though it all paled in comparison to the time she once saw the Hound of Culainn take to the field.
The only pity was that he never once submitted to her. He was defiant to the very end. She both loved and hated him for that. And don't even get her started on those beautiful abs of his! Aaaaah! My dear Setanta! Rider shuddered, feeling the oncoming waves of pleasure. Just you wait! Once I have the Holy Grail, I'll definitely make you mine!
Elsewhere, somewhere in the vast Nasuverse, a blue-haired man felt a shudder run down his back and looked around the corridors of the facility wearily. "This feeling... Is Medb stalking me again?"
"Lancer?" a red-haired girl called out ahead of him. "Are you coming? Mash is waiting for us!"
"Oi, Master! Is Medb with us?! I can feel her talking about me!"