Athanas
You needed someone to blame, so you cast it on me.
William was rather glad that she recognized him. Part of him thought that she wouldn't care much about a random soldier. He would've thought a little bit more on this, but then she charged into battle, and so he had to do the same. Sadly, Mobility wasn't his strong suit, so she managed to reach the melee later than her. Still, there were plenty of enemies left. His bloodlust now finnaly unleashed, he let out an almost bestial roar, and charged into Heaven's ranks headfirst, Bashing right through the first line of soldiers. This reckless maneuver put him right in the thick of battle, where enemies were plentiful. He grabbed the nearest solider and shattered his spine with a backbreaker move, before lobbing the corpse over to another soldier, with enough momentum to send them both flying several metres backwards. Grabbing the soldier's dropped spear, He Impaled another soldier, His enhanced strength allowing him to put enough force to punch right through his armor.
He continued like this, cleaving through the ranks of the foot soldiers, until he finnaly stumbled across what looked like to be one of the commanders. A low-tier Angel, he guessed, complete with wings, Plate armor, and a sword with a golden Hilt. William began advancing towards him, Grabbing a mace from one of the Fallen. The Commander stood his ground, determined to stop the Beast that was butchering his troops.
William decided that against such an enemy, Offense was the optimal fighting style, and so he began unleashing a barrage of Heavy blows with the mace, trying to weaken the other's armor. But it was clear that the Angel understood what he was trying to do. After a particularly reckless assault, He began his counterattack, landing several solid blows on William's body. Had it not been for his amped constitution, He would've bled out from the sheer number of wounds his opponent had managed to inflict upon him. In considerable pain, he took a few steps back.
"Surrender now, foul demon, and you shall be spared" Said the angel, in a voice so pretentious Will was sure was fake. He was bleeding all over now, and the Angel could clearly see that. He took a couple of steps forward. 'I said, Surrender now!"
It was at this moment in time that Will started to laugh
His laughter was hysterical, maniacal. Even the Angel seemed to have been taken off Guard. "What are you..?" was what he managed to say before William charged him headfirst, Bellowing like a frenzied animal and bashing through his already weakened armor. He unleashed a devastating array of blows, Beating the Angel, who appeared to have lost his sword, Back with each strike. Finnaly, he grabbed his dazed opponent by the throat, raising the up with just one hand
"Now, let's fucking discover what color are your insides!" he said, enthusiastically. He summoned his machete in his free hand, stabbing the angel's torso repeatedly . Getting him down on to his knees, he pushed the machete upwards, opening up his belly. Still unsatisfied, he lopped off both the angel's arms, and finally shoved the machete down the Angel's throat, creating a rather gruesome spectacle. He then turned towards the rest of Heaven's soldiers, holding the mutilated body for all to See. He did not speak: He merely laughed. Seeing the dead commander, many of the soldiers began to lose heart and waver-while Hell's minions let out a triumphant roar and doubled their efforts. If nothing changed this situation, the demons would soon begin overtaking them.
His original plan was to charge the now wavering enemies and demoralise them completely-However, as he took a couple of steps, His adrenaline fading, he collapsed to his knees, a wave of pain washing over him. Looking down in Horror, he saw the Commander's sword Lodged onto his body. Trying his damndest to stay conscious, he focused all his surplus energy into healing magic. Finally, after a minute, he could stand again. Clutching his side, he stood there, Overlooking the Battlefield, trying to figure out his next move. After making sure that there was no direct threat, He shifted his focus to Lu'ciel, limping over to her position. Princess. What's the matter? Did they manage to capture Yeshua?
RI.a , A A Bottle of Memories
He continued like this, cleaving through the ranks of the foot soldiers, until he finnaly stumbled across what looked like to be one of the commanders. A low-tier Angel, he guessed, complete with wings, Plate armor, and a sword with a golden Hilt. William began advancing towards him, Grabbing a mace from one of the Fallen. The Commander stood his ground, determined to stop the Beast that was butchering his troops.
William decided that against such an enemy, Offense was the optimal fighting style, and so he began unleashing a barrage of Heavy blows with the mace, trying to weaken the other's armor. But it was clear that the Angel understood what he was trying to do. After a particularly reckless assault, He began his counterattack, landing several solid blows on William's body. Had it not been for his amped constitution, He would've bled out from the sheer number of wounds his opponent had managed to inflict upon him. In considerable pain, he took a few steps back.
"Surrender now, foul demon, and you shall be spared" Said the angel, in a voice so pretentious Will was sure was fake. He was bleeding all over now, and the Angel could clearly see that. He took a couple of steps forward. 'I said, Surrender now!"
It was at this moment in time that Will started to laugh
His laughter was hysterical, maniacal. Even the Angel seemed to have been taken off Guard. "What are you..?" was what he managed to say before William charged him headfirst, Bellowing like a frenzied animal and bashing through his already weakened armor. He unleashed a devastating array of blows, Beating the Angel, who appeared to have lost his sword, Back with each strike. Finnaly, he grabbed his dazed opponent by the throat, raising the up with just one hand
"Now, let's fucking discover what color are your insides!" he said, enthusiastically. He summoned his machete in his free hand, stabbing the angel's torso repeatedly . Getting him down on to his knees, he pushed the machete upwards, opening up his belly. Still unsatisfied, he lopped off both the angel's arms, and finally shoved the machete down the Angel's throat, creating a rather gruesome spectacle. He then turned towards the rest of Heaven's soldiers, holding the mutilated body for all to See. He did not speak: He merely laughed. Seeing the dead commander, many of the soldiers began to lose heart and waver-while Hell's minions let out a triumphant roar and doubled their efforts. If nothing changed this situation, the demons would soon begin overtaking them.
His original plan was to charge the now wavering enemies and demoralise them completely-However, as he took a couple of steps, His adrenaline fading, he collapsed to his knees, a wave of pain washing over him. Looking down in Horror, he saw the Commander's sword Lodged onto his body. Trying his damndest to stay conscious, he focused all his surplus energy into healing magic. Finally, after a minute, he could stand again. Clutching his side, he stood there, Overlooking the Battlefield, trying to figure out his next move. After making sure that there was no direct threat, He shifted his focus to Lu'ciel, limping over to her position. Princess. What's the matter? Did they manage to capture Yeshua?
RI.a , A A Bottle of Memories
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