Shattering Humanity-Chapter 284: Cat Kerfuffle: A Broken Heitstrenging

"You may fight in the cause of GOD against those who attack you, but do not aggress. GOD does not love the aggressors.

You may kill those who wage war against you, and you may evict them whence they evicted you. Oppression is worse than murder.

If they refrain, Allah (God) is the Forgiver, Most Merciful.

You may also fight them to eliminate oppression and worship Allah(God) freely." -Surah Al-Baqarah 2:190-193

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L’Orient DæMon: "Jean!"

The call out makes the blonde long legged beauty stop and stiffen up.

Jean DæMon: "Y-Yes Mizzus L’Orient?!"

Hiding her tiny arms back in her cloak, it seems the Old Norse "child" is rummaging through her covering for something.

L’Orient DæMon: "Only interfere if someone else does, do you got that?"

Jean DæMon: "Yes Mizzus L’Orient DæMon!"

Standing her ground, only a few steps separating the two, and holding the gifted all black Seax in her left hand, Shelly smirks at the floating, angry witch.

Shelly: "What? You’re afraid you won’t be able to win by yourself if you got jumped? In the same way you and your sisters supposedly did to my Valkyrie grandma."

L’Orient growls and with her tiny fangs poking out.

L’Ori DæMon: "You have no idea..."

She is about to pull something from out her cloak, until a gold and green nail painted hand comes in from out of nowhere and stops her from revealing whatever it is.

MamMon DæMon: "I think that’s quite enough of your peacocking, don’t you think, ’Sister’?"

Everyone is in pure shock as MamMon DæMon appears, standing next to the two still eye locked women. Her interference preventing the impending stand off.

Off to the side, the shrunken Takamagahara party can’t believe their eyes.

Itsuka: "Wait...H-How?

Wh-where?"

Laban DaeMon: "Because of their Nye-Omnipotency my sisters are very inept at knowing the best time to show up when their plans are being interrupted."

L’Orient’s nose is twitching but not looking at her sister.

L’Orient DæMon: "I never fully agreed to that stipulation you and the others did, Herfjötur."

MamMon DæMon: "Well Sanngriðr, you should still respect the sanctity of the Heitstrenging in which your family decided it would let this situation play out."

Off to the side, Itsuka and Drakania look at Laban for information to the word.

Itsuka: "What the Hell is a ’Heitstrenging’?"

Laban DaeMon takes a moment to silently admireher older sisters stand down, next to the ’dangerous’ Skalmönd.

Laban DaeMon: "A Heitstrenging is an Old Norse term referring to a solemn oath to complete a specific action or an agreement amongst a group actively hunting down an enemy.

They were very important in Old North German to build trust and faith amongst one another.

Keeping your side of the bargain or the success of said vow was extremely respected in the ways of old.

It was mostly used by the aristocratic warriors who used their brute strength to achieve greatness."

Both DæMons are very upset with being called by their mother’s names.

L’Orient DæMon: "Why does everyone think anyone other than mon amore can touch me?"

MamMon DæMon: "Why doesn’t anyone believe I’m rightfully the strongest of our clan? I taught you all how to use projectile SeiorShots."

Both sisters growl at each other.

MamMon DæMon: "I don’t know who you are referring to as your love, but I witnessed my hubby’s greatness first hand. So you should probably back off and let me take all the glory for our family."

Footsteps can be heard approaching one of Jean’s long legs, coated in a powder blue SoulSeiõrShield, comes swinging in.

MamMon DæMon: "Please tell your pet to back off, dear Sister."

The older looking DæMon easily catches the powerful kick by the ankle with her free hand.

Jean DæMon: "What the-?"

There is no answer as the growling younger looking DæMon has a shadow covering her upper face.

MamMon DæMon: "Okay then."

With simplicity and no effort at all Jean DæMon is spun like a lassoe, one handed.

Shelly’s eyes narrow right before MamMon releases the French 2nd Generation sending her flying into the cement underpass to the entrance of the tunnel.

Drakania screams and Jormungand grabs his sister as everyone watching escapes the small bits of falling debris.

Saku saves dumbass Dom, pulling him by the collar to safety.

MamMon is looking over at the damage she caused, using the young woman’s SeiõrShield covered body as a cannonball.

She looks over just in time to see Shelly’s right fist and a swinging small boot wearing left leg from L’Orient DæMon coming directly at her.

MamMon ducks the dual attack, shifting out of the way. However, the swinging leg comes around and Shelly has to block it herself.

Saku: "Wait!

What the Hell?

They’re already fighting?"

Itsuka: "What about the dedicated time Daisuki said he had agreed to?"

Scylia: "That’s fine by me.

Maybe I can still get married to Zoram and Master Daisuki on the day we ORIGINALLY PLANNED!"

L’Orient backflips out of the block and floating upside-down with her small right hand covered in light purple Seiõr she spins, flicking her wrist in the direction of MamMon.

Doing a wheel flip, the larger DæMon dodges an invisible force that cuts the car she was standing in front of, in half.

MamMon starts running, dodging her older sister’s slashes.

She is able to dodge them just long enough to give Mach 1 Shelly time to come in, Seax in teeth.

With her purple coated hand, L’Orient catches the swinging Seax, a small drip of blood is shown falling to the cement as she slides her grip away.

She throws a left fist that gets tossed to the side by Shelly and the two fighters trade relentless attack combos. Blocking or dodging each one.

Her eyes growing wide, Shelly’s body instinctively dodges, back lunging away from an incoming guillotine kick from a recovering, and barely scratched up Jean DæMon.

Jean DæMon(thinking): *This girl- She likes that cute, ugly, hunky, dummy too. Even if it’s not for Mizz L’Orient, I have to...I will have him!*

Both L’Orient and Jean attack Shelly and she successfully ’dodges their combos with ducks, dips, dives and dodges’ until Itsuka, covered in her purple crystal like SoulSeiõrShield, comes in with a flying kick landing right in Jean’s cross arm projected chest.

In an out of place entrance Laban comes in swinging on Itsuka.

The young woman now truly accepted by Seiõr herself easily dodges the love rival’s power natural attacks.

Itsuka: "What’s your freaking problem?!"

Laban DaeMon: "Hey, I see an opportunity, I take it!"

She has no time to dodge one of Shelly’s haymakers, making her skip across the freeway.

Itsuka: "Thanks Shelly."

Seax in tooth, Shelly nods and looks over at the angry DaeMon rubbing her head.

Laban DaeMon: "Fuck you Skalmönd!"

Shelly: "No thanks!

Not really into ghetto chicks!"

Meanwhile, the impact from Itsuka’s kick sends Jean flying in right at MamMon in an unintentional fastball special.

The 2nd Generation realizes her situation just in time to plant a foot to the ground, hesitate her momentum implying side kick, but actually spinning, throwing a successful landing punch...on one of MamMon’s afterimages.

MamMon DæMon: "Congratulations, 2nd Generation.

It seems my older sister has taught you well."

Now behind her, MamMon brings up a swift knee to the stomach of L’Orient’s colleague.

The impact makes Jean cough up spit, and leave her feet for a roundhouse kick but it gets blocked by a fuming L’Orient.

L’Orient DæMon: "Why don’t you ever just listen to me!

I am your older sister!"

MamMon jumps away before getting snatched and twists her body mid air.

Using a matching light purple Seiõr covered hand, she used it to shed away Shelly’s incoming blade.

Both women land, sliding on their feet to a stop.

In triangle formation, Shelly, Itsuka and Laban are standing together, L’Orient and Jean are together, with MamMon standing alone.

All parties looking at each other, waiting for one of the others to make a move.

Just as all six of them flinch in an indication to resume their fight, Katsu and Saku walk right into the middle with their hands up as if they were lioness tamers.

Katsu looks directly over at Shelly her locked in blue eyes turn into a surprised reaction.

Shelly: "Katsu!?

Watch out they’ll-!"

It’s not until noticing Saku beside him, making the battle tested beauty realize the situation.

Because every respected woman warrior in the ’Cat Kerfuffle’ has a love interest for one of the two young Vessels, none of the parties are willing to make a move, potentially putting both Vessel’s in danger.

Katsu: "I think that’s enough of a scrimmage for now, wouldn’t you say Shelly?"

Saku looks around at L’Orient, then MamMon, finally finishing his turn around at side eyeing Itsuka and Laban.

Saku: "This is over.

If anyone else dares to make another move here today, my ...’potential love’ for them will disappear forever.

I swear..."

All the Seiõr techniques and SoulSeiõrShields disappear.