STEADFAST Ī UNYIELDING
"You're going to get Faux into trouble one day I swear," Steadfast coughed as he covered his mouth.
Zeitgeist, unlike his partner, had the ability to speak and more than made up for the other's silence by constantly keeping up conversation while the others (namely Ace and Joker) preferred keeping to the missions at hand. It might have been stifling to some and that some included Steadfast. Were it not for the sword he'd likely have to resort to talking to his own Emanation and the pair of knuckles was no chatterbox themself.
Flash.
Steadfast turned around, seeing light pierce through the bleak sky and paused. Was that an Angel or something else? He was no scholar but he kept on guard. He hadn't counted how long the Virtues traveled nor how many Fallen turned to halos on the excursion but he knew that both had been scarce. Truthfully he was hoping for a bit more excitement, but he knew how often his wishes got himself in trouble. The wind picked up (not an uncommon occurrence), enveloping the team in sand and allowing the Fallen to ambush (unfortunately also not uncommon).
"Are you kidding me?" he sighed.
The outbreak of masks and Emanations told him no.
Unyielding levitated one of the Fallen and slammed it against the ground before their partner followed up with a kick to the torso.
Finish it.
The relationship between each Emanation and Bell differed as evidenced by the other two whether it was protection or destruction. In this case, they acted upon their partner's interests and augmented Steadfast's strength as the brown-haired boy punched downward. Often times, other Virtues joked that "Bash" would be a more appropriate name for the blunt way that Steadfast fought the Fallen, lacking any form of grace or subtlety. Everything he did was in the name of protecting Eden and grabbing halos rather than padding his status. Perhaps that consistency was what made their names so appropriate.
The metal reflected the glaring sun in a way but unlike the halos, it lacked any ethereal qualities. Brass seemed more appropriate a color than gold and the smooth edges only showed how little time he spent on the field. They hadn't spend a long time in the field, less time than Ace and certainly much less than Crash who served as the beacon of hope. Many admired her holy connection to the Angels and formidable Emanation. She'd left the group quite a while ago, with the only evidence of her being dubious at best.
The Fallen scrambled to get up, swiping at Steadfast only to meet another fist but his patience was waning. The creatures were increasing and they would need reinforcements unless they hurried.
At Zeitgeist's command, Steadfast covered his ears for a short moment. The screech reverberated through the area and stunned the Fallen long enough for Steadfast to charge toward the nearest one and pound it into the ground. He may not have had the slicing power that Ace and Faux Pas did, but he had the initiative.