"I have no interest in such deals. The only 'price' I would ask of you is that you not cut me down where I stand. As for my weapons, you may liken them to bows, if you wish. Very fast bows. And I was not inquiring of your name, but rather, the name of that demon bound to you." Agusta was surprised he could tell and not just assume she was a demon, often she is mistaken as one. As for the demons bows, they seem as fast as he described. He gave here a half smile as he continued to speak to her.
"Though I wouldn't be opposed to learning yours as well."
The demon then proceeded to show Augusta how his 'bows' worked. He places one of his weapons in its holster and pulls the other one out. He released it's chamber and removes from it a glass vial with a liquid in it. He holds it up to his blue eye before turning away from her and tossing it at a rock. On contact, the glass vial exploded, destroying the rock and leaving only pebbles behind.
"Impressive." The liquid in the vial left a green glow behind which shortly disappeared afterward. He then placed another vial into the chamber and proceeded to lock it back in place within the 'bow.' He was now ready to fire the weapon once more.
"Revolutionary, Imagine if humanity was able to develop such a contraption." Such a thing in human hands would be a terrible thing. One would be able to fire off a shot one after another.
"It's is truly an unholy weapon." She wasn't surprised a demon would be in possession of such thing.
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As for me, my name is Luciel. A demon I was raised, and a demon I am...Or, partly at least." The demon finally gave Augusta his name. He also made a nodded to how much of a demon he really was. She would have like to ask more about what he meant by partly, but the booming sound of thundering had distracted them both. She looked around and saw colorful arcs of lighting striking the fallen and it seemed to be empowering them. They stood like true warriors and held their weapons like one would from years of constant practice. Luciel stepped back and pointed his one of his 'bows' at her head as she fired off the other at the fallen warriors. They weren't dropping like before and it took a couple more shots.
"I suggest you make your decision quickly. Either attempt to kill me now, or accept a truce and have one less competitor to deal with. At least for a while."
Augusta smiled at Luciel and turn her back to him. She trusted that he wouldn't put her down once she turned her back, as there were most pressing matters to deal with.
"My name Luciel, Is Augusta Boulos, bound by the heretic seal of Bel, and I wield the sword of the same name." She gripped Bel as she spoke to Luciel and readies herself for battle.
"I accept your truce Luciel! Let's release these poor souls from this hell!"
Augusta allowed the fallen get close before slashing at them. One tried to block and was overwhelmed by Bel's weight and Augusta's strength. The fallen then parried her attack by tilting it sword and sliding his sword away horizontally. It then tried to stab Augusta through her heart. She quickly jerked Bel back and it's edge ripped through the fallen's flesh. She then thrust her sword into the fallen, killing it as she pulled it out.
"They're better than before, not in just strength and speed, but in actual skill as well." she noted. She continued slashed all the fallen that came her way, some taking more than just one swing from Bel. Some even began to roll to get a shot at Augusta backside. She had to think ahead and be quick on her feet. When one tried to get behind her she'd jump backward or towards the side not allowing them a chance at her backside.
As Augusta and Luciel fought another bolt of purple lightning struck a fallen warrior and it raised from the cold ground, it's eye burning with anger. It was large and cover head to toe in rusting iron armor. The fallen warrior was a behemoth compared to the average man. Beside him was a large nicked greatsword embedded in the ground. As the 6'6 behemoth finally stood he reached for the sword and pulled it out of the ground with one hand. The behemoth the began to walk towards the Augusta and Luciel picking up speed until he was running, knocking other fallen out of his way. His eyes were locked on Augusta as she would be the first die.
Augusta blocked the attack from a fallen swordsman and pushed it back with the flat of Bel knocking it down. She then lifted Bel and dropped it down of the fallen, splitting it in half. She then heard the clinking of metal and felt the vibrations going through the ground. She turned to see the behemoth approaching with his greatsword in one hand. Once he was close enough he swung downward at Augusta with her greatsword attempting to do to her as she did the other fallen warrior moment ago. Augusta defended herself using Bel once again as a shield, blocking the behemoth's greatsword with Bel's thick body. She knew the Behemoth wouldn't be able to cut through Bel, but the behemoth thought it could. Augusta was supporting it with one hand on the handle and the other hand flatly placed near the center.
It roared at Augusta as it repeatedly struck Bel, refusing to let and Augusta escape or respond with an attack. It roars again as it grew angrier at Augusta for refusing to buckle under its strength. It lifted up it free arm and made a fist. Its arm came under Bel and punched Augusta in her rib cage sending her flying across the ground Bel still in hand. She wasn't sent too far and then behemoth punch wasn't too painful thinks to Bel's protective aura that surrounds her constantly. She quickly recovered and stood up.
"You might be take longer than the others." She had a serious lock on her face as she took a deep breath and exhaled. She ran at the behemoth and the behemoth mirrored her. There swords edges clashed and sparks flew and a struggle began. Augusta needed to be stronger to win and channeled more of Bel's power into herself. Her power grew, shown by intensity of her glowing red eyes. Along with this increase of power came a burning rage in her heart. The Behemoth's sword started to crack and tried to knock Augusta away again. This time she was ready for it. She cease the struggle when he tried to punch her and jumped to the left far enough out of his arms range.
Augusta took this chance and cut into his side through its iron armor and into its body. The behemoth pulls back in pain and stopped on ground cracking the stone tiles beneath.
"Don't run." She rushed in dragging Bel and slash upwards at the behemoth which was guarded by behemoth greatsword. She responded by increasing her power and breaking the guard and slashing the behemoth, damaging it once more. It responded by screeching in pain and grabbed Augusta, pulling her in. His arm was wrapped around Augusta's small frame and was attempting to break her back. She felt pressure on her back and screamed out in pain.
"Ah! Fucking release me go you bastard!" She wanted to break free and would need more of Bel's power to do so. She didn't want to do so as she felt Bel influencing her.