((happy belated birthday to the wonderful and talented @ichigomaniac !!! I’m glad you had such a great day. XD This little fic isn’t much, but I hope you like it. /)u(\ <333))
(semishira, rated T for violence and mild suggestiveness at the end)
The roars of the hell beasts shake the buildings surrounding Semi Eita, as he struggles to maintain his balance. Gritting his teeth, he wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist, the magic spear in his hand thrumming with energy. The hell beasts in front of him shuffle around in the tight space of the alley, lifting their long snouts to sniff the air. Their eyesight is better at night, so Semi’s grateful for the light of day. But daylight doesn’t negate their sense of smell, and he knows that before long they’ll find him. He has to strike before that happens.
Twirling his spear slowly, he calculates the distance between them. There are at least four of them, the others scattered about the city. Semi’s team had to split up in order to chase them all down. Semi paired up with Shirabu, as they are wont to do, but in the chaos they lost track of each other. Semi can sense him, though, through their bond. He’s frustrated but unhurt. He doesn’t need Semi’s help.
Semi tells himself he doesn’t need help, either.
With another roar the first hell beast charges, claws digging into the pavement and leaving dark grooves in their wake. Semi calls upon his magic and leaps straight into the air, flipping over the hell beast’s head, he lands on its back and drives the tip of his spear directly into the back of its skull. With a scream, it dissipates into black smoke, causing Semi to fall through onto the ground. He coughs, waving his hand in front of his face to dispel the smoke.
When he looks up, the three other hell beasts are almost on top of him.
“Shit,” he mutters, quickly rolling out of the way of a massive foot.
“Pitiful little human,” a voice from above cackles. “Did you honestly think you could take on four of my pets all by yourself?”
Semi glances up with a frown. Leaning against a balcony railing three floors up is a demon. It leers down at him with a mouth full of sharp teeth. Its tail flicks back and forth, as its wings rustle slightly in the wind. It whistles, and Semi doesn’t have a chance to throw his spear, before he’s knocked back onto the ground, a large claw on his chest. The weight presses into him, crushing his ribs, but he manages to stab the claw with his spear. The hell beast yelps, moving off him, and Semi jumps to his feet.
“If you’re controlling these creatures, that means all I have to do is banish you, and they’ll disappear,” he shouts, grinning slowly.
“You’re welcome to try,” the demon says with a smirk, before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke.