With a mere nod, Satan's devoted servant had opened the Gates of Hell, bringing solemn misfortune to the pitch. The Devil's spawn, Tsurugi Kyousuke, smirked coldly. His dull amber eyes blazed to life as his boss gestured him to do it.

 Without hesitance, he flicked his fingers. The boy's inferior teammates ganged up on a single target like a pack of wolves. Their focus had scoped onto a first-year. Their prey's metallic blue eyes sought desperately for a getaway but didn't succeed. There was no such breach in their circular formation he could breeze through... nor did he have the drive necessary to create one on his own.

The Alpha approached, locking his gaze on the supposed-to-be 'threat'. He clicked his tongue and hissed: "That face of yours pisses me off," With that, he came to a halt. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the expressionless faces of his pawns. Then narrowed his orbs, glaring at the brown-haired midfielder ahead.

The boy had yet to lose his hope to break free of his cage and spread his wings. A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his head, slowly, itching. He shuddered in anticipation as all took a step forward, and neared him.

The indoor-soccer field's doors flung wide open. A strong gust blew through the hall, toying with the striker's ponytail and dark-coloured cape.

"Matsukaze Tenma, give up at once," said the Seed, he closed his spheres for a moment, knowing his intimidation wouldn't work as well as usual now that the late summer breeze got involved. Waiting for the teen to accept defeat, he opened his eyes.

"Never," whispered the prey under his breath. "I'll protect the soccer I love!" He yelled his lungs out. His tanned face paled at the sight of the indigo-haired lot's intense glare. Tenma trembled in place as the other spoke.

"Then you leave me no choice but to mash you," stated the Seed. Before any movement came to be, the striker swung his right arm high to the side. A dark purple aura with a faint sign of deep blue sprang to life. Within a second or two it took the shape of a medieval knight, holding onto a gigantic sword and shield. The armour was out of silver, so were the sword and shield. Though, traces of other gemstones were left on longsword and spectral shield. A long red cape hovered right above the ground, flaunting. "Sword Saint Lancelot." The summoner shouted, lowering his swung arm to a more comfortable height. He glanced over his shoulder, proudly watching his Keshin holding onto its blade. Amber met the onyx behind the silver helmet. 

Suddenly, it glowed. A bright red radiated from underneath the helmet and both spirit and owner charged forward. The sacred knight of holiness lashed out mercilessly like a berserker. The blue-eyed groaned in pain. Bruises had spread across his body like a wildfire. Mud covered the vast majority of the jersey he'd admired for roughly a decade now. 

"Matsukaze!" Raimon's captain, Shindou Takuto, loudly called out, running closer to the boy's tormentors. The greyhead tried getting closer, but like the isolated teen, he couldn't find a way in or out. 

Red and cyan orbs narrowed. "Leave it, Princess." One of them muttered under their breath. Their multi-coloured eyes shimmered upon realising Tsurugi had passed the ball to them. They accepted gratefully, then brutally kicked the ball up against the playmaker's chin, blowing him off his feet. The ball rolled back to its previous possessor. Within a matter of seconds, the ball found itself back near the shoes of the Minion from Hell. 

"I'll ask you once more before I strike you down." The bluehead paused, letting the seriousness of his message sink into the injured boy's mind. The young teen crawled up to his knees, placing a clenched hand on the ground for support. Chocolate bangs shadowed his aquamarine eyes. 

"Concede, and I shall spare you."

The brunet struggled to stand up but managed. Dizzily, he swayed from left to right, then stumbled. Though, he was fast. Fast enough to prevent himself from falling by recovering his balance swiftly. He jerked his head towards the sinister striker, his stubborn voice cutting through the air once again, loudly proclaiming; "Over my dead body."

The pitch got overthrown by silence, bending the knee to utter nothingness. Out of the blue, a growl of pure anger exploded; "As. You. Wish." Soon a ball shot through the air and screams shred through ears, resonated through walls and made child's play of highway nuisance.

Casts of deep blue coloured the skies. Ruby rays danced around the blue. Together they moved, shedding light in the darkness. Crunch. Gravel crunched. Tires accelerated. The song of assistance got carried away by the wiping wind, and they took off. Leaving a sticky soccer ball in the grass, mud covering its black and white pattern, merging with the crimson liquid. 

I hope you have enjoyed reading "Holy Knight", please consider leaving a comment or a vote as they are both greatly appreciated. Furthermore, I'll occasionally drop some teasers for future additions of this collection in my Discord server. Outside out of that, I hope to see you back once the next one-shot is out. Thanks for reading.

'Til next time!

~Tieg

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|| Time of writing: August 30 - September 1, 2018 ||

|| Publication: September 1, 2018 ||

|| Last edit: September 19, 2018 ||