Chapter 13

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when classes ended, and she stayed over after volunteering to clean the room by herself, to use the time to think on it more. The rest of the day seemed to have proceeded perfectly fine, and for a few moments Issei felt like things were going to be fine, and everything was going back to normal. Yet, her experience with the supernatural a day before still echoed deeply inside of her heart, and the artificial, yet natural behavior of the students and teachers roaming around the halls, at least in relation to things about her. There was simply a sense of wrongness she couldn't shake off, and that included the feeling of being watched.

Shrugging it off, she walked out of the classroom with her bag slung on one arm also holding a chocolate bar, her filecase on the other while slowly munching on the sweet. There wasn't much else for her to to do at that point, and so she left the school building just as the sun began to set. Unbeknownst to her, a feminine figure with black wings slowly crept from her classroom, smiling, and walked to her general direction.

It was when she arrived at the park was when she knew something was well and truly wrong. The park was empty, not at all normal considering how often it was used as a road to connect the two halves of the city being in the exact center, and it obviously it wasn't quite night yet, was it? Not only that, but it was like the heavy atmosphere she felt at school followed her, and it was enough to make shivers go up her spine.

And then she came. An woman who was older by at least 8 years physically strutted along the paved road, heels clacking on the floor and simply exuding sex appeal. The distinction was very necessary for her, as the elder woman had an air of inhumanity and age that even Nobunaga didn't have when they first met each other. Her otherworldly smile didn't have much of an outward effect for her, seeing how she didn't even hit puberty yet and the simple lack of maturity that was needed to even bother with such a thing, but the suggestive appearance was still enough to bring a heavy blush to her face. The woman walked to her with a menacing smile on her face, promising either a long night in the bedroom, or something far worse.

She came close enough for her hand to motion into caressing Issei's cheek, setting off her stranger danger alarms immediately and made her want to go away as fast as humanely possible in her currently very weak possible. In fact, she hadn't felt this much in danger in her entire life, and the last time anything close was that pansy devil they beat up just the day before, but she didn't feel so much afraid of it and was more of a disgusted feeling. Even if she wanted to react though, what could she do? There was absolutely no way she should be fighting someone of this level in a public location like this, and that was even before she noticed the black wings on her back and the spears slowly materializing to end her life immediately.

Suddenly the intruder frowned, and flew towards her in a speed that no normal human could handle. Nobunaga took control immediately, and blocked the attack to the best of her ability considering her limitations with the immediate summoning of an arquebus, keeping it on for just long enough to keep her on her toes. She prepared to put another one near the enemy's throat, but didn't bother after sensing two normal human beings jogging to their general area. This was something even Issei knew was a problem, being an avid reader of urban fantasy stories herself, she understood the necessity of keeping the masquerade on whatever fantastic beings that would risk revealing themselves to the public eye.

The Fallen Angel, as Nobunaga understood it, had the same look in her eye as well, and attempted to pull her prey into a situation that she could control. That in itself didn't work, as Nobunaga held onto the Fallen Angel's bosom and jumped toward a location she knew for certain would be devoid of witnesses, as the passenger gasped in pain, pleasure and surprise at the sudden gesture. She especially underestimated the power of the pint sized brat that she was certain would be easy pickings according to their given intel.

She growled at the mere idea that she was working on incomplete intelligence in the first place, and the concept that she even considered such a ridiculous notion in the first place. I mean, come on, what kind of idiot would underestimate their opponent and give them the breathing room they needed? It was completely unprecedented for her in the first place, so considering that and the extremely elaborate creeping about that she had done during her tour in the child's school should have given her the basic idea that she should've killed her in her sleep to begin with. What she was particularly irritated at, though, was the fact that said brat was carrying her with strength that really shouldn't have, especially knowing that a newly born Dragonborn shouldn't be capable of harnessing all of their powers so easily. Besides, summoning guns? The hell? That's at least a year in prison considering the country's draconic gun laws, and that was barely scraping the barrel!

The "pint sized brat" didn't have much to say herself, but the reigning personality at the time had to physically restrain her host's body's attempts to urinate, and that was shifting a very large part of her focus on attempting to both beat this ho and trying not to pee herself. The chocolate bar she was eating was now lodged between her opponent's large tracts of lands, and though the bitch didn't notice yet or cared, it was of her own honest opinion that such examples of food abuse shall not stand for, and she will be kicking her ass at this very moment. With that said, the host herself was now screaming on the inside as much on the outside, something that Nobunaga didn't have much capability of fixing seeing how their synchronization levels went to shit just an hour ago. The screeching was interpreted by the opposing party not as a scream for help but rather as a very hysterical warcry. Considering the context, and the shock of being manhandled by someone so tiny, we wouldn't blame her.

They arrived at the clearing that Nobunaga had left the devil corpse in the last time, very quickly slamming the fallen angel to the ground, who waved magic hands to attempt to skewer the child with her spears, who quickly dodged most of them as space was made between them. She was evidently very incensed at this point, so she attempted to vent most of her frustration at the younger by taunting. "Is this honestly all that you have, child? I've barely been hurt yet, but I can already tell that you're tired." She prepared for another assault on Nobunaga, who braced for impact.

Nobunaga leaned her gun on her shoulder, and breathed heavily. She wasn't completely on the money, but it was close to the general idea. Issei's body still had its limitations despite the overwhelming mana produced by her and the world around her. Oh sure, Issei could run circles around the city with very little trouble, but that didn't mean much in a high stakes situation like this. Issei just didn't have it in her just yet, and more importantly, she was still a kid, and they die very easily, and that wouldn't change until they had the opportunity to fix it in the future.

Still, though, they still had plenty of energy to spare, and it would be just enough to beat this stranger on her own. Pointing the gun at Raynare (a name neither of them are aware of just yet, by the way), she warned her. "I don't think you're in much of a good shape either, ma'am. You seem to be in worse than I am, considering the state of your wings." Stoic in the field of battle, provided that such a thing was needed at the time, she shot bullet after bullet at the fallen angel, not fearing the possibility of discovery thanks to Serafall's wards, dodging attacks and sending some back. Raynare did much of the same, but making sure to avoid the bullets at the best of her ability. She made sure to come here for two very good reasons, one being that Serafall was still in Kuoh for a while longer and would be capable of sensing her immediately, and also because sound and smell was very muffled here. It was the best place for her to stall time before Serafall could come by as backup,

Back at the park itself, the two joggers arrived at the scene just a little before they could witness Nobunaga and Raynare brawl, their minds wondering why the hell there was such a big mess there, with one of them thinking that the blood and black feathers came from a Black Chicken sacrificed to whatever dark god was out there, connecting the dots between them and the spooky magic circle reported on the news just a few days before. As they talked to each other about the events that might have transpired, they notice an even bigger mess leading into the woods, sparking their curiousity as the gates to hell invited them in. While doing so, a chuuni grown woman walked behind both of them, and karate chopped their necks to knock them out, carried them to a bench and used a few magic spells to clean up the mess and remove the joggers' memories of anything important, and filling in the funnier parts with half truths that seemed more believable than whatever actually happened.

Serafall Leviathan looked at the opening with a frown on her face, realizing that just leaving the kid to her own devices would have risked her life even knowing that she could handle herself very well. She had come to appreciate the kid a little bit more, who reminded her so much of her little sister with her attempts of being demure and polite to her, and even learning of her draconic descent didn't change much. She was also pretty sure that the dragon rumored in Kuoh was supposed to be a kid around the same age, if Azazel's information was correct but she would jump that hurdle when it came. It seemed very likely that she was the dragon they were looking for anyway...

Speaking of Azazel, she was pretty sure that dirty old man didn't send the fallen angel after Issei in the first place. It wasn't like him to attempt to snuff out a kid like that so easily with so much potential, loose cannon or not. If her suspicions were correct then it was more than likely that Kokabiel was more than possibly the responsible party behind this ambush. With such an obvious attempt on assassination within Devil territory, this would surely spark more flames to the growing bonfire, and she had to make sure that such a thing didn't come to pass. Taking a deep breath, she ran towards her wards with a serious expression on her face, hoping to whatever deity that wouldn't burn her alive that they didn't kill each other just yet.