The Sult Fanilly had crashed into, or rather Nero, gave the captain of the Roses an ugly look, after seeing her fumbling and flailing. Unceremonously putting one of her hands directly in Fanilly's face, she also pushed to untangle herself of the mess both were into. "Don't get in the way, midget!" She snapped as she tried to crawl towards Marianne.

Sult's expression frowned, upon seeing her twin brazenly manhandling Fanilly. She gritted her teeth, whispering something under her breath "That's it." But she made no further comment on that regard. Not now.

The demonic armor shifted and clicked in place. With an ominous silence, it moved at first like a second skin on Marianne, allowing the knightly damsel to fully explore the demonic boon it had granted. And yet, she quickly disregarded it, being infuriated. But the armor didn't make a response. Not even to the increasingly hostile answers, nor the posturing.

The armored hands of the knight tried to tear the rest of the armor off, but the monotonous clanking denoted that it wasn't working at all. And the electricity crackled and roared... and yet, the armor seemed to not be dented on the slightlest... instead, it was as if the lightning itself was being devoured, like the fading thunderbolts amidst the dark clouds of a storm. It was then when it shifted so slightly.

"Uh...hey..." The demonic voice hesitated.

And then, a second figure started to pour mana, as if it was the most skilled and obvious thing to do. More mana that coursed through Marianne, but pure in essence, and still...just mana. Which the armor also took in, with no signs of changing. It shifted slightly, puffing up at first, then it spoke.

"Siiigh... You. Are. Idiots." The armor spoke with solemnity. "You think you can destroy me like that, you'll only earn yourself a trip to the healers due to mana exhaustion that way. And you, the other one. The undead with the core swelling with mana. You're as hopeless as a monkey when it comes to magical theory. You can't really fix everything by throwing mana around. Which is rather tasteless, by the way." The armor shifted, and begin to shift.

"Okay. You win. I'm out of here. You guys can't be more [i]pathetic and uninformed[/i] even if you tried. Order of Knights? I've seen barbarians with more poise!"  The armor snapped in annoyance as it became airborne once again, detaching itself from Marianne quickly and hastily, as if it had been some kind of unpalatable food.

It was then when it caught notice of Nero, and giving a shrug... or whatever it was that kind of gesture, descended upon Nero once again after her short escapade.

"I SHALL GRACE YOU WITH ANOTHER CHANCE---wait, what are you doing?" The armor, who quickly reformed around Nero, granting her the aspect she had before of a man questioned.

"You told me the contract is over, and hence... I shall use my Holy mana as I please, you coy demonic scrap..." She (he?) smiled. "Now how was the spell my sister used before...?" She mused. "Ah yes..."

"Wait...wait...Nero, old friend..." The armor flailed as it tried to detach, but one of Nero's hands got a grip on it, preventing its escape."We...can talk...I mean...we make a good team."

"O...holy Reon...mother of the Sun." Nero began to chant, her voice still retaining her female quality. "In this woeful hour, we prayeth. In thy name, I beseech to thine burning passion. Let this haven be a dwelling of thy power. "

"NO, NO, NOO!" The armor flailed, as it tried to escape, Nero grunting to prevent its release. 

"Let Thy LIGHT SHINE THROUGH THE DARKEST PIT! LET OUR FOES, KNOW THE MIGHT OF THY NAME! LET THEM KNOW OF THINE SEARING WRATH, AND NEVER LAY A HAND UPON THINE SERVANTS!" Nero said as she drew a sigil on the armor. Blessing the demonic armor. "WARD OF REON!" She yelled, as she and the armor were propelled in different directions, the magical reaction explosion emitting a deafening roar.

What was left of the armor impacted on the wall with a loud thud... quickly piecing together as [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5152]the impish figure[/url] she once had manifested as. "YOU, BITCH!!"

"..serves you right." said Nero, as she panted, blood trickling from her nose. "I despise traitors." Her sight rested on Sult, albeit briefly, as she gave Nero an ugly face. "They're the worst, aren't they?"

"Nero..." Sult, who was besides Tiral, tensed, almost snarling. "How dare you touch the captain like that?" She snarled. 

"Oh, and what are you going to do? Fight me?  Here? Silly Sult." Her elder sister coughed as she got straight up.

"No. But when we're out of this tomb... mark my words. A duel. Will. be. Waiting." The youngest sister snarled.

"Fine by me. I am at wits end too... specially seeing how half your order has seen the very bountiful bosom I would rather not have revealed." Nero snarked back, getting her blade. Even though things seemed quiet, they wouldn't be for long.