Originally posted by Ayáme Tetskomi
Saizure growled louder, "what the hell is that?" he asked. Kaissura, who was weak looked up at him then at Shadow, "yes it was SUPPOSED to be Shagrath's sword... Iofiel made a spare of his sword, Shagrath destroyed his sword before he took his fate, so you can weild Shagrath's spare because it was not mae specifically for him, because Iofiel foresaw this day..." Kaissura said. "That's right! the sword you help Iofiel make years ago! the one she told you to hide in case you had the same fate as her!" saizure exclaimed.
Shadow paused momentarily at hearing this. She had been warned of this by Iofiel? He shook his head, raising the sword and rushing forward, taking a stab toward Saizure, though he missed slightly, hitting the tree behind him. "Damn..." He pulled the sword from the tree, shaking his head. He was weak, still. His head was light. This sword seemed to be draining him of his power, as well. He felt as though something were wrong, but fought through it all. He took another swing at Saizure, taking a heavy slice through the wrist with which he held Kaii.
Nakir flipped back and moved to come in at Vering from behind. "Master move!" She growled and moved quickly to plunge her swrord into Verin's back. She was moving to fast to stop, but fast enough that she could be easily impailed by his blade if he were to spin in time.
Gean took the baby from Mordeth's arms and smiled. "Go wash up Mordeth. I'll feed him."
Azreil brought his blade to a halt, trying not to hit Nakir. he instead landed a punch to Verin's mid-section
Mordeth nodded and walked over to a small stream. the trickle of water ran as fast as his thoughts did at the moment. he sighed and washed his hands and face, his eyes making a slight glow in the water. he sat there for a bit and thought to himself and found himself in a worl he never entered before
Verin's anger grew. He had only wanted to protect Nakir, anyway he could. "Not so... easy." He grunted. Verin shook Nakir's hand's from him and he gripped the blade lodged in him and pulled it out. His eye's locked with Azreil's who stood above him, weapons raised. Slowly he stood and threw Nakir's blade aside, and picked up his own blade. Blood poured from his wound and he staggered a little.
The Celestial stood in front of the entire angelic ranks. Every capable soldier stood at the interior fortifications. The city was in ruin. All that was left, this tiny symbol of power, the Satan's fortress; the castle upon the hill. The Celestial in a twisted humor, approached the gates and...knocked. "Hello," he shrilled his voice cried in a high pitched tone, "is anybody home?" his voice dropping in levels till it reached normal again. "No, ah, too bad." He turned to his army and swung his arms back. Twelve angels wheeled a smaller looking trebuchet towards the gate. Made of some ethereal white material, a massive hammer hung between both legs in a ninety degree angel. Archers stood poised and uncontested several yards behind this group to protect them from any aerial assault. From the eleven angels, a single angel pulled down on a lever that sent this hammer ramming into gate. With a noise and force unparalleled to anything the hammer struck and cracked the door in a single hit. The angel who pulled upon the hammer collapsed to the floor. All of his essence evaporated from him and was absorbed into the hammer where it was raised by this aurora back to its resting position. The collapsed angel dematerialized as the next angel took his place to repeat the process.
After six of the total twelve had gone, one of the doors was hanging on its hinges while the other was badly damaged. "Continue with your brave and noble sacrifice, comrades. All will remember this day as the day that God's judging hammer finally fell upon the demon swarm!"