~Dont be a dipshit i just said I want to die 🙄 derrrrrrrrrrr...~
~Fine Ill jsut give the grim reaper a similar scythe 😛~
The grim reaper looked at his scythe. "THIS ISNT MINE!" he yelled at Xthrilil who got up and immeadiatly regained his wind. "So? It's good enoguh." THe Grim Reaper rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
~Actualyl one isn't above the other. Demons, in the bible, are actually the fallen angels. They're tecnically the same, just evil, bigger, amore muscles, and have horns, and are probably smelly.~
~I wont jack it up, or whatever the hell that means, but I wont just let you kill my character. And 50 feet? Yeah right, you've chewed me out for coming up with crazy shit in the Mutant Thread, so dont say 50 feet. He almsot 2 tons of muscle, and a demon, and was prbably prepared, so no he didnt fly back 50 feet.~
Xthrilil, after the intial wave hit him, flew back, but gained control again as he began flapping his flaming wings, swerved over, and slammed into three angels, killing them all. Xthrilil landed on his feet, chopped at an Angel, who deflected ti with it's holy sword, but Xthrilil simply swung his sword again, and then cut under the Angels sword to quick to block, stabbing it in the chest. The intial wave Of angels began to break apart. For every demon killed, two more, each mroe powerful, killed that angel. The tide turned and the army of angels lost ground, and the battle evened out. Xthrilil called upon his inner powers, the spell gifted to him.