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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 1:48:30 GMT -5
Azazell grimaced with the intense pain but wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing how deeply it hurt. He flipped a moment before impact so he wouldn't hit the ground head first, the movement of his wings, with her disabled, allowing her to hit the ground in a bonecrushing thud with his knees still around her neck. As if that wasn't enough he reared back and put his weight on her chest and punched her face with a fist, her head smashing into the ground.
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 1:53:49 GMT -5
That was the moment when one thud, then another hit his back. Two of the guardsmen from the church attacked him furiously, calling out, even though they were mortal and their swords, while blessed and dipped in holy water, were mere steel. Marissa called out hoarsely for them to run but they paid her no heed, too infuriated by the sight of their archon being attacked. The sound of prayers and singing suddenly intensified as people from the church gathered on its stairs, the sounds of their prayers and chants for their Archon rippling out over the city.
Karine watched with a sort of bemused fascination. Inside her head Bates was chuckling, deeply amused. She wondered if he realized that laughing, whispering voice of his could be heard inside the heads of those around them. Anibel kept glancing about but she was used to it.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:00:29 GMT -5
Orpheus gave Karine a strange look.
Angel skin could not be pierced with no mortal blade. It had to be sanctified by the Father himself. wroght by the angels and breathed on by the Father, whose breath empowered it everlasting strength and power. He reached out and batted the guardsmen aside as if they were mere pests to him. He shifted, crushed a knee in Marissa's chest and twisted her arms until the blades were dropped by the shifting of bones. He shifted again and put his hand around her throat, lifting her off her feet and hanging in the air. His grip was firm, and no amount of flapping would allow her to be released.
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:04:50 GMT -5
"Demon, demon!" The two humans continued to attack him from behind, calling out prayers to the Father to help them slay this foul, unholy beast.
Marissa didn't bother with the prayers, her hands came up and raked across Azazel's face, her hard nails formed into sharp points.
Karine met Orpheus's gaze, cocking her head.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:12:01 GMT -5
"Do you hear murmuring?" Orpheus narrowed his eyes a little. "And laughter..."
Her nails made long, raw marks on Azazell's face. He let out a low growl and lifted a leg, pounding his foot into her gut, allowing her to hit the ground again. He turned towards the guardsmen and gripped their necks in each hand. He took to the air, lifting them up high into the air then released them. They screamed as they fell towards the earth helplessly.
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:15:36 GMT -5
"It's Bates," Anibel said matter of factly. She froze and looked around, taking in a change in the air. "Looks like we've got Old Gods watching too...shit if one of them actually decides to become directly involved things will really get nasty...."
Marissa cried out in horror and struggled to her feet. Her wings were out of commission for the moment but she still rushed forward, managing to lift herself up enough she could grab at them, using her body to cushion their fall as best she could.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:20:50 GMT -5
"Old Gods?" That didn't sound good. "Something tells me it's time to leave." Orpheus looked edgy.
Azazell laughed cruelly and dove down to retrieve the seraph sword. And worse, he went for the holy swords next.
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:28:13 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it, it'll take more than two angels duking it out yet again to stir them. If there's one thing the ancient ones are good at, it's waiting," Karine said calmly.
Marissa moved to help the two of them up, pulling them to a shelter of stone and laying them out. One of her swords was laying not far from him but it glowed brighter and brighter and brighter as he approached, as if outraged by his presence. If he could stand it, he would be able to pick it up but the sword would fight every attempt he made to wield it properly and its glow would never dim, as if it were a conscious thing and wanted to hurt him. One of the reasons Marissa hadn't made an attempt to take his was she expected his sword would behave the same way towards her.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:32:09 GMT -5
By any means necessary, even it it meant singing his own flesh for a time, he wanted to take both Marissa's swords. It was a shame if he could not use them, but his reasoning was if he were take these holy weapons from her and hide them, then her defense against him would be slightly diminished. It was not easy to get swords such as these, they didn't exactly hand them out at heavens door. No, they were given to angels of the highest order, unique to each angelic individual.
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:35:28 GMT -5
Marissa limped over and picked up the sword he wasn't going for, stretching her wings painfully. She watched him silently, making no move to interfere since she couldn't make it there before him anyway. Instead she reveled in watching him, blindly trying to take a holy sword that fairly shone with outrage as he approached. She started to laugh, true, genuine laughter. "I can see why He threw you down. Moments after your fall and you're digging yourself down further with every turn."
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:39:53 GMT -5
He summoned shadow to dim the bright glow a bit and tore off a strip of cloth from his clothing and reached out to pick it up, searching with eyes slitted for the brightest spot. As soon as he gripped the blade, he wrapped the cloth around it so it would not shine so brightly. He looked over at Marissa, seeing that seizing the second blade was impossible. Still, it would wound her pride. He smirked at her, then. "You know nothing at why the Father chose to send me down. You only guess, which makes you out to be a fool. I have your blade, and soon I will come and claim the other."
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:45:37 GMT -5
She was smiling at him. "That's okay, I do so like to be proven right."
"Using shadow magic, trying to kill holy warriors and laughing when she tried to save them....you know she kind of has a point," Karine said out loud. Bates started to laugh outright, the sound echoing through the air now. He was joined by several others, demonic entities outright calling down to Azazel and welcoming him into the ranks of evil. It was a historic moment, the dark gods of New Babylon agreeing with the feared Archon as they laughed at the fallen angel.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:51:28 GMT -5
Azazell bared his teeth. "Know this, Archon. Blood will be spilled and not just your own. Those that follow you will cringe in fear for their own lives. They will hide within the Church, they will cling to the steps as they tremble, they will clutch at the doors in terror, but their blood is mine. I will do everything in my power to destroy you."
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Post by KD on Jun 27, 2011 2:55:15 GMT -5
That statement was met with more jeers from every side before Marissa, standing protectively before the fallen humans, could even reply. "THERE'S a statement worthy of the devil himself," someone called.
Marissa was calmer, wounded but forcing herself to stay upright, she would not fall in front of him, her wings folded demurely. Unlike him, she was serene, certain of her righteousness and his evil. "I expected nothing better from a thing like you," she said with quiet, but utter, contempt.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 27, 2011 2:59:07 GMT -5
Azazell ignored the jeering. "Every one of you will fall. Every one of you mortals. You laugh now, but you will be screaming for your lives amidst pools of red blood. Blood will stain your standards, blood will run down the steps of your sacred house of worship."
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