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Scene from my Owari no Seraph AU fanfic. Comic drawn by Rindartist of Twitter/Tumblr.

archiveofourown.org/works/1263…

Guren's jaw dropped at the nightmarish scenario unfolding before him. "Yuichiro, no!" he cried, his eyes and mouth agape. "You don't know what you're doing!"
Were it not for the sting of the tightly wound ropes cutting into his wrists, the lieutenant colonel would think this was all just a bad dream; Yuichiro had never even managed to best him in combat, and now she was thinking of challenging an ancient vampire lord who had twenty times her strength and centuries worth of sword-fighting experience? Guren swore that if he and Yuichiro ever got out of this predicament alive, he would kill Shinya for failing to keep his promise to prevent her from doing something this stupid.
But since his best friend was not here to stop her, Guren tried to talk Yuichiro out of dueling with Crowley for his freedom and escape.
"Yuu! Listen to me! You don't stand a chance against that noble so get out of here while you still can! That is an order!"
"Quiet!" Chess snapped as she grabbed Guren's hair again and roughly jerked his head back to silence him.
Trying her best to keep her eyes on her new opponent since she knew she could not afford to let her attention waver, Yuichiro nodded. Taking the hint, Crowley took his own fighting stance, holding his heavy broadsword with one hand while making a beckoning gesture to Yuichiro with the other. Over the centuries, the vampire lord had picked up casual human slang and lingo from around the world but every now and then, he tended to lapse back into the speech patterns that were commonplace for the knights of medieval Europe. *3*
"Come, my lady! Let us dance!" Crowley invited with a wolfish grin that highlighted the handsome features even his adversary had to appreciate.

Description
Scene from my Owari no Seraph AU fanfic. Comic drawn by Rindartist of Twitter/Tumblr.

archiveofourown.org/works/1263…

Guren's jaw dropped at the nightmarish scenario unfolding before him. "Yuichiro, no!" he cried, his eyes and mouth agape. "You don't know what you're doing!"
Were it not for the sting of the tightly wound ropes cutting into his wrists, the lieutenant colonel would think this was all just a bad dream; Yuichiro had never even managed to best him in combat, and now she was thinking of challenging an ancient vampire lord who had twenty times her strength and centuries worth of sword-fighting experience? Guren swore that if he and Yuichiro ever got out of this predicament alive, he would kill Shinya for failing to keep his promise to prevent her from doing something this stupid.
But since his best friend was not here to stop her, Guren tried to talk Yuichiro out of dueling with Crowley for his freedom and escape.
"Yuu! Listen to me! You don't stand a chance against that noble so get out of here while you still can! That is an order!"
"Quiet!" Chess snapped as she grabbed Guren's hair again and roughly jerked his head back to silence him.
Trying her best to keep her eyes on her new opponent since she knew she could not afford to let her attention waver, Yuichiro nodded. Taking the hint, Crowley took his own fighting stance, holding his heavy broadsword with one hand while making a beckoning gesture to Yuichiro with the other. Over the centuries, the vampire lord had picked up casual human slang and lingo from around the world but every now and then, he tended to lapse back into the speech patterns that were commonplace for the knights of medieval Europe. *3*
"Come, my lady! Let us dance!" Crowley invited with a wolfish grin that highlighted the handsome features even his adversary had to appreciate.