A/N: A chapter since I missed 3 days of updating this fic. TSSoT next chapter is still in the works, dw. This 6.7K word upload probably has a few mistakes, so point out any I made.
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"You!" The Inquisitor attempted to take a look at the scene before her, but found that the amount of dust that had sprung up was too much of a distraction. "Agh! Why is there...!" She coughed a few times while waving the air in front of her to disperse the particles that clouded her vision. With a third swiping motion and a few more coughs, the dust was no longer a bother.
Irene, the Inquisitor, brandished her rapier and pointed the glimmering tip towards the two intruders of Sal Viento. The blade forged from the greatest of Iberian steel bore against the Aegirian scum who dared set their foot upon this land!
"Your disguise cannot fool me-!" Once Irene received a clear sight in front of her, the word in her mouth died out. Before her sight was a red-dressed woman and a white robed man, the former's left hand tied to the latter's right hand. "T-this...!" It could only mean one thing before her eyes, "To see this level of degeneracy from you Aegirians!"
Gojo and Skadi glanced at each other, the former giving a confused look to the neutral look of the latter.
If a question mark could appear above Anita's head, it would have. She knew the woman was an Inquisitor, most likely saw those two as suspicious, but what did degeneracy mean? Anita wasn't too well versed with words of the dictionary, and that was a new term. But that didn't matter right now, considering that-
-The Inquisitor shot her rapier forward, a well-trained movement honed from years of experience and bloodshed. Silver-ish steel tore through the air with a magnificent point, on-set to skewer their opponent.
"Huh?" Irene found her rapier passing through empty air, a small puncture hole making itself known on the wall between the two chairs where the Aegirians were sitting at. "Where did-?!" Turning around, she found that the two were already standing right behind her, the white haired man in particular having his face right in front of hers.
"Damn... that's kinda disappointing," Gojo watched the Liberi back away with a movement as swift as the wind, 'compared to Gladiia, Skadi, and Patriot, she's... uh, average?' Honestly, if this was what made up the Iberian Inquisition that he had heard of, they wouldn't be much of a problem to deal with. Unless, of course, this wasn't even one of their elites.
Skadi tilted her head, watching Gojo yawn into his palms after doing what seemed to be an analysis. Despite the restraining position the two were in, moving away and dodging a paltry attack such as the Inquisitor's wasn't too difficult to do.
"Fiends!" Irene called out to the two, pulling her blade back and positioning it above her left shoulder and pointing towards them. "You dare step into the lands of Iberia-!" She dashed forward in the form of shining barrages, the moonlight aiding her every thrust with its magnificence. "-And call this Supreme Art disappointing?! Uncultured swine!"
Gojo and Skadi glanced at each other again, all the while they interchanged positions with each other as if dancing, moving through all holes and openings present within the strikes. Bending the knees, shifting the rotation of their legs, and moving their upper body. Not a single ounce of effort was put into the two's movements, all coalescing into a rhythmic pirouette.
"Wow..." Anita watched the scene with a sparkle in her eyes, barely comprehending the movements between the three. It was as if it were some stage play, the stage play grandma Petra would always talk about when in a distant stupor. "...Are they even trying? Their movements are like-"
Irene swung in a wide arc, the tip of her rapier ripping at the wall while Gojo and Skadi interlocked hands, lowering downwards and flashing behind the woman. "What...?!" The woman could only see a blue and red blur pass by her, signaling the discrepancy of speed between the Inquisitor and her opponents.
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