That time was now, the battle was about to commence. Everyone had been given their missions, and now, with the sun high in the sky on the beautiful day, Hargeon was under attack. More specifically, the guild, Blue Pegasus, was under attack from Grimoire Heart, a battle of light versus dark in the most natural sense. Good vs Evil, the only question that remained was thus: who would come out on top?

Odin's mind was focussed on the mission as he ran through the streets of the town, having been given a distinct path to take that was out of the way from everyone else's to try and get in behind enemy lines and flank them, as he navigated the streets of the town, moving at a steep that made him look more like a man running very late for a very important meeting than an assailant moving towards its target. At the time it was, the crowds were out and about, and it was a rather busy day, which allowed Odin to move without fear of being detected, since no one in the Blue Pegasus could recognise him as a dark mage. Hell, only one person in the guild itself could even recognise him in general, and even then there had only been one interaction with her. Alisa, she had called herself, the crystal carver, an interesting magic that Odin had to make sure he was wary of. The wonderful thing was that Odin knew so much about her, and yet she knew nothing about him. She thought him Lucifer, proud owner of the Swineherd Pub, which was true, but was not going to help her here. She knew the human Lucifer, but today Hargeon was going to meet Lucifer the demon.

Despite this, she was still the one person he hoped he wouldn't come into contact with. If they were to meet and battle, the mission would come first and above all else, and Odin would have to take her out, but he'd much prefer it wouldn't come to that, that she would be sent out to fight someone else, and Odin would either make it to the guild, or be forced to fight another member, any other member of the guild.

As he reached the checkpoint that showed he was three quarters of the way to the guild, so he decided then to stop his quick walking, and begin simply strolling through the crowds, adopting Lucifer's persona as he greeted passer-by's and was generally a kindly man, something that disgusted both Odin and Lucifer the demon, but it as necessary so as not to arouse suspicion. It was a wide street he had found himself on, with alleyways connecting it to a maze of side streets, and it was busy, extremely busy, with everyone trying to get where they were wanting to go. Shortly, they'd no doubt be moving slightly faster, once the sounds of fighting began. After all, unbeknownst to them, the people of Hargeon were at war.

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To his own disadvantage, Odin didn't know Hargeon extremely well, and he admitted that a combatant would have the advantage in the home field if he allowed himself to get lost or become trapped. But, having stayed in main streets following his way towards the guild, he avoided the surroundings being used against him for the most part, not that it helped too much when his enemy would appear right in front of him, almost waiting for his approach. And that wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was who he saw.

Ahead of Odin was a roundabout, a perfectly circular area that was no doubt to be his battle ground for the day's activities. He was around fifteen metres from the circumference of the roundabout, and fifteen metres further in was his opponent: Alisa. The crystal mage of Blue Pegasus, and someone who was no doubt quite handy when it came to combat, simply going by her magic and the guild she belonged to. Odin knew that this wasn't going to be easy, but having to fight against someone he'd already met was going to be annoying. It would've been far easier if she had just been a stranger.

There was no use trying to hide from her, as the townspeople were all starting to move away from the guild, almost like an unspoken evacuation, which meant Odin was moving through a sea of people, and he was the only one going towards the guild, which made him an easy person to pick out in the crowd, removing the point in arousing any more suspicion. Despite that, he moved with purpose, as he had from the moment he had entered Hargeon, and he moved as Lucifer, the owner of the pub, the one that Alisa knew. Once he pushed through the remaining crowd, Odin watched Alisa as he ran towards her, a look of compassion and worry on his face as he stopped a mere fifteen metres from her, now standing on the circumference of the roundabout, giving him the ability to see the blade at her side, as well as the creature sitting on her shoulder, a creature that looked like a living candle, noting the purple flame on what must've been its head.

"Alisa!? What's going on here? Why does everyone seem on edge? I heard that something terrible was coming, I wanted to come help. Are you okay?" Odin's tone was one of masterfully falsified concern, with a touch of truth in it. Despite how much he tried to avoid such feelings, Odin had become fond of Alisa during their brief meeting, and had wished to meet her again, albeit under different circumstances than the ones they currently found themselves in.

With his body language, facial expressions and tone all conveying the feeling of worry and concern, as any normal civilian's would in the current situation, Odin didn't once betray the fact that he was ready for anything Alisa did. His feet were positioned with his left in front of his right, as he had landed after running, but that only suggested he had ran. His hands, animated and out in front of him as he spoke, were mere moments from grasping the blade sheathed on his left hip, already being in front and in motion. His eyes, which only revealed true concern as they gazed into Alisa's, were studying every inch of her face without leaving her eyes, encompassing her entire face in the boy's vision, meaning any twitch, any tensing of a muscle, it would be picked up and revealed. There was nothing around the two, and Odin was simply wearing a long sleeved navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and matching joggers, the kind one wore for training, hardly the attire of a terrorist.

The conversation between the two was seemingly going to become more personal, as Alisa closed the gap to a simple ten metres, placing her halfway between the centre of the roundabout and Odin's current location on the circumference, giving her nowhere to run that Odin wouldn't be able to see her, as was the case with him. In the park, there were a few trees where one could maybe lose sight of their attacker, but out in the open there were no such obstacles. There was no point in hiding, but that extended to far more than just physical location. Here they both were, out in the open, revealed for their true natures.

It took less than a moment, and Odin changed. His worried expression became one of calm, calculating efficiency. His animated arms moved to his blade, drawing it and holding it out in front of him in his right hand, the tip of the blade resting just under where Odin's eyes saw Alisa's throat. His left hand remained up, with slightly bent fingers and an open palm, ready to react to anything. His feet were the only parts that didn't move, staying with one foot in front of the other, but they looked more steady now than they had, now with purpose. And his eyes, the far that once made home within them was erased completely, now replaced with the dark mage's true nature: his eyes could see any movement, despite being rested on her eyes. And in that moment, Odin smiled. Not a kindly smile like the one's he had given to Alisa the last time they had met. This smile was one of malice, the smile a human would give to an ant before squashing it.

"You're mistaken, this is my job, my purpose. Being the bartender is the side job. And that offer for a room still holds, no matter the outcome of this day. You might be needing a new place to stay soon." She had readied herself, drawing her own blade and holding it vertically out in front of her, before she made an amusing remark for Odin to come back another day and leave, which caused a light chuckle to escape the mage's lips, "I think we both know the answer to that unfortunately."

In his readied stance, Odin would be able to react to anything the girl did, as well as the creature still sitting on her shoulder, something that would no doubt be used in this fight. Odin had never thought about owning a companion, as he had never desired to fight with anyone else. He remembered Nastasya's Snow Vulpix, as well as Isabella King's Vulpix, both fox like creatures with different abilities. No doubt this creature, being an animated candle, held some abilities of its own that Odin was about to understand.

"Superbia"

It was but a whisper, too quiet for Alisa to know what it was that he said, but enough to activate Odin's magic. His entire form grew three inches, making him 5ft 10, and his hair began to change, from the olive green to a beautiful pale gold colour, and grew to reach down to his back in glorious waves. The more noticeable changes were his ears, which elongated and became much more pointed, almost like he was becoming a magical being; and his horns, thin and the same colour as his hair, sprouted out from the top of his head. Two crimson wings grew from the demon's back, lined by bone and spikes. His face became much more pointed, but his eyes burned the same crimson colour as they had. This, despite all the changes, was still the same man who had stood there a single moment ago, as all this change happened almost instantaneously. The same smile, although now from a different mouth, still faced Alisa, as the figure opened its mouth. And from that mouth came a mellifluous voice, a sound one might even call divine.

"Shall we begin?"

Lucifer:

Alisa the mage, as expected, was as confident in her fighting abilities as Alisa the crystal carver was in her creations. That was, to say, very, as she dismissed any threats Odin sent her way, only to send back another verbal assault of her own. Odin was starting to get tired of trading words, and was prepared for the inevitability of them trading blows, which came soon after.

Lucifer Morningstar watched as, just after the instant he had gained control of Odin body, changing form to become the true demon inside, Alisa acted, dashing towards him with her blade held at a diagonal angle so as to efficiently react to any strikes that could be sent her way as she did so. This dash began to bring her towards the demon, towards her enemy, but this dash was to be her undoing.

Due to the space between them, Lucifer knew there was no way Alisa could cover the distance before he would have time to react, and sure enough, there was enough time for him to both see her move, and react accordingly. With his blade still held in one hand, his right hand, Lucifer dashed to meet Alisa about 0.15 seconds after the moment he saw what she was doing, moving towards her at 6m/s for 1.5 metres, which would place him at his desired location in a quarter of a second. In that same time, Alisa would continue to move forward, and into the now outstretched blade of Lucifer's, which was directly aimed at her throat. As Lucifer had dashed, he had also lunged, sending his blade directly into Alisa's throat, easily causing severe bleeding and, if it connected, unconsciousness, unless by some miracle she was able to escape his attack. If all went to plan, this battle would be over in an instant, with Lucifer standing over his opponent, the victor.

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Odin had mistakenly thought Alisa's blade was somewhere other than where it was: directly in the way between his own sword and her neck, making his attack fail, which instigated a series of motions that would ultimately cause Odin to lose consciousness. Alisa's blade would hit Odin cleanly and knock him out without a word, save the few Alisa herself uttered as he fell. The fall ended his TakeOver form and caused Odin to become the loser in the fight, despite having been confident in his attack.

A few hours later, Odin would wake up in a hotel nearby to where he had fought Alisa. His bill had been paid for and he was well rested when he woke, albeit a little sore in the head. He had lost in his fight, twice in a row, he was a failure to his guild, and a failure of a warrior. He had to improve, he had to get better, he had to stop being so pathetic and get better. Lucifer said nothing to him as he walked out of the hotel, there were no words needed. He was a loser, and he would no doubt soon receive punishment. Silent, Odin wandered back into Hargeon.

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