Fantasy ✧A Wicked kind of Beautiful✧

[LoneSniper87]

Anastazia paused. She was currently outside of the Arc d' Triumph in France and she glanced at her smartwatch. Apprearently Jeanne was in town, and leading the charge onto Hell's front step. She looked back up at the police coming out to suppress the rioters, a small grin forming. She had down her work, riots spread across a fair bit of the world. She went to a more secluded alley, revealing her true self as she created a portal out of the mortal realm and only a hundred or so feet from the angels breaching.

"You!" She shouted, drawing her shashka and pointing it at Jeanne. "You caused this trouble! I should have suspected as much. What buisness do you have down here, with our Queen? I hope you realize what your doing is an act of war, and I have full right to send the entire domain under my control at you? Choose your words wisely, saint." She said the last word as a mockery, an obviously play on how similar the two were. Her eyes were trailing fire like an eye of Horus, curling up slightly at the end, complimented by now red eyes and a smirk.

 

[Uasal]

Jeanne D'Arc​

Jeanne continued to hold her position, her flag-waving slowly in the heated gust of hells wind. The saint and her allies were not to invade any deeper into hells territory and so she was at this point forced to wait in the hope that someone would be on their way soon. Unfortunately, her hopes were soon answered but by Anastazia. Jeanne never liked Anastazia, there was something about her that rubbed Jeanne in the wrong way. You might think that's obvious granted both are on opposite sides but this went deeper than that. Much deeper. Jeanne would never say she hated someone but by god did Anastazia tick her off.

Upon hearing her loud and obnoxious voice calling out from behind, Jeanne let out a sigh. Why couldn't it have been someone else? With a simple twirl of her flag, Jeanne decided on a splendid idea! She would ignore the warrior and await another. Turning her head slightly to the left Jeanne let a smirk appear on her lips and addressed the angel next to her in a sly tone "Did you hear something?". With a shrug, the angel turned away and Jeanne's grin only grew greater.
LoneSniper87

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana grinned, lowering her shashka as she walked around the angels to face her, her grin remaining. She was hardly fazed by her being ignored. She knew she was heard. "I must be slowly getting to you, Jeanne. For you to act like some child in an effort to tick me off." She smiled. "I am sure our Queen will be here soon enough, there is no point in acting like I am not there. It's like acting like your sword isn't there: a pointless effort." She pointed out, standing just outside of the banner's range. After that she just waited, propped against the wall, tapping on her sheath as she waited, but had enough sense to make sure the noise did not reach the saint as to not further piss her off. Sure, his was her domain, but going this many angels alone was suicide and she knew it.

"Tell me, Jeanne. How do you think you'd look in red? I find it to be a very nice color. It definitely seems to fit you. Now personally red wasn't my favorite color to wear... But you live with the hand your dealt, I guess? That is unless the dealer started skimming, in your case, the dealer seemed to favorite one of us. Who am I kidding, you were too much of a saintly woman to have ever gambled."
Uasal

 

[Ryoko Lee]

Lilith snarled, flashing white teeth and sharpened fangs. Her eyes blazed red and she stood, leaving her throne. She slammed the hilt of her sword into the ground, and cracks erupted from the obsidian tile. She seemed truly menacing, all the democracy earlier having left. This was the look of a Queen, a goddesss of war, a leader, a commander.

"Lu'ciel! Take care of the intruder with Lucas by your side. I'll be watching from higher grounds, prepared to step in if need be."
She pointed her sword to the two of them.
"Do NOT fail me."

 

[Ryoko Lee]

"And Yeshua, I will aid this quest of yours." She said, after a moment of thought.

 

[Uasal]

Jeanne D'Arc​

Jeanne's grin stayed firmly in place when Anastazia circled around to face her, in fact, the saint's grin probably grew even greater come the sight of an opposing grin. The guardian seemed hardly fazed by the fact Jeanne had ignored her but then again that was to be expected. The she-devil was probably treated a lot harsher by the scoundrels that plagued this domain. Now Jeanne had also expected some retorting but she did not expect for said retorting to get to her so easily.

What was it that made this barbarian so infuriating!? The comment on her sword really ticked Jeanne off and she was now certain she HATED the she-devil. Yep, that was the last straw, Jeanne finally hated someone and Anastazia was that person! Ther had to be some way for Jeanne to get back at the woman... but how? Wait that was it! A devilish smile slowly came to replace Jeanne's grin and her eyes visibly filled with delight. The she-devil had wasted no time digging her claws in deep and so neither would Jeanne. The entire remark about clothing became the ideal time to strike and so with a delightfully smug tone of voice an exaggerated twirl of her flag Jeanne responded "Red was never my colour, I've always looked better in white... my wedding dress looked superb! Oh, it was amazing. The whole ceremony, the kiss... the....well you know.....".

Jeanne's smile grew wider as she pretended to ponder for a second "Oh sorry, I forgot... you've never had a lover have you...."
LoneSniper87

 

[athereal]

Yeshua:

Rising slowly from his knelt position, hand splayed over his chest. In a moment that was shrouded in shafts of light, he reached down into himself and in that hand he held a shaft. With a flick of his wrist, he drew the weapon out in a grand arc. The Lance that ended his own mortal life.

"Thank you, Lilith." he said humbly, bowing to her. If anyone blinked at that moment, they would have sworn he'd disappeared. The windows and a few of the pillars shattered in his wake.
---

'You've never had a lover, have you...,'

The poor woman never even saw the attack coming. He did not aim for her, that would be too kind. Her allies, however, had another thing coming. Their limbs flew in various directions, violently splattering against the walls. Their blood flowed, thick like sludge in a river. Ichor, the blood of both angels and demons. Yeshua disassembled his foes with an ease and grace that rivaled only Lilith's. This was the legacy of the essence that flowed through him.

"Kneel before the might," he bellowed, decapitating the last lackey, "Of what can be accomplished without your fucking God."

 

[LoneSniper87]

Her smile instantly faded in that one sentence, replaced with a scowl. But, with time, and some thought, it had faded. "It's true, I never married, and so what to that? Doesn't make you any better than me. I mean, frankly, let me go down the list..." A scroll appears in her hand, and she rolls it open. "Ah, this works... How about the fact you were some lowly peasant who miraculously won a losing battle with England? No actual training... Then again the British were a bunch of pansies back then... Ah, here's a good one. I wasn't burned at the stake for heresy. I always find that fact to be interesting." The scroll burns away into non-existence, and she glances up to see her partner already going to work on the angels.

She kicked off the wall and stood again, glancing at Yeshua. "Perhaps that was a bit much? It was quite an entrance, but man... Someone is going to have to clean this up..." She mock complained, her smirk trailing back onto her face. "Jeanne, honey, perhaps you should put your lack of training to use and run now... Or maybe come better prepared, your visions of Saints should have warned you coming into our domain is a fool's mistake." She said, not making any hostile actions yet.
Uasal athereal

 

[Shagranoz]

Rebecca nodded at Lilith. "With your leave, Mistress, I shall go work on the plague. The living shall once more fear the dead- and I've already thought of a few twists, though I will need living humans to test them on." The walking corpse departed to her lab, to begin her labors.

Rebecca's laboratory was your standard Mad Scientist's Lair- Biology Division. Racks of petri dishes, cages full of rats for testing new diseases, and- thanks to what seemed like an eternity of work for the Horseman of Plague- samples of every infectious agent known to man, plus a few more supernatural illnesses. Let's see... a good zombification plague needs a good while to incubate and spread, probably with a linking incantation to make them all drop at the same time. Obviously, it needs to be lethal and highly contagious, and if possible, it should keep good souls trapped in the flesh while letting bad ones escape. Maybe even corrupt the good ones. I've got a few ideas. She walked over to a long shelf marked 'prions', selected a vial, and got to work, humming a merry tune to herself as she began the process of destroying humanity.


Hecate surveyed the battlefield with a cautious eye. The angels were slowly, inexorably grinding their way forward, albeit with heavy losses. It was time to put a stop to that. Feeling the energies of Hell swell within her, she cried out, "Σκότος, Κατέβα! Τυφλός και συντρίψει το ιερό!" A heavy black mist plunged upon the battlefield, blinding and encumbering the angels and their allies. Strangely, the demonic forces seemed unaffected. I wonder how you'll deal with that.

 

[athereal]

Yeshua:

"General," Yeshua said, clearing the Lance of the gore it had accumulated, "Allow me to observe your skill. Do not fail. I collect the heads of failures."

 

[Uasal]

Jeanne D'Arc​

Jeanne found herself gripping her flagpole tighter and tighter as Anastazia went on through her list. Why did she even have a list like that in the first place! This woman had to actually sit down and write out all those points at some stage, research and verification included! Was there no end to the lengths this woman would go to infuriate Jeanne? Seriously!?

With a click of her tongue, Jeanne prepared to retaliate with a few home truths of her own but just before she could a severed head was caught being sent flying in her peripherals. Turning her head slowly to either side Jeanne came to notice her allies had been reduced to nothing more than body parts. The sight was disgusting, but it was nothing she hadn't experienced before. The saint brought her attention to Yeshua upon hearing his bellows and upon doing so her iron grip began to whiten her knuckles. This being was the offspring of god! How could he be filled with such hate! Such spite! Did he not realise how much he pained his parent by acting in this way?

Between this and Anastazia's following speech Jeanne had had enough. She fully understood now what god meant to achieve through the annihilation of hell and she was fully onboard with the said idea. With an irritated sigh, Jeanne moved her free hand to make the sign of the cross, praying silently then for her fallen allies. Once finished she raised her flag once more and swiftly struck it back down upon the ground thereafter.

In that very moment, the flag met the ground a radiant light began to surround both the staff and Jeanne herself, the light seemed to do no harm but it was evident Jeanne was different somehow, more powerful perhaps? This feeling was almost angelic but she was human. The saint turned to face Anastasia after Yeshua finished his peace and she spoke sternly "Oh Lord give me the strength I need to pass judgement in your stead! Come Anastazia, Veve La France!"
athereal LoneSniper87

 

[Ryoko Lee]

(Oh god some angel with fucking missals are about to come out, isn't there?)

 

[Inheritance]

Feruel Chandrian​

Feruel had seen a lot. He had seen Adam, he had seen Eve, and he had seen many things that were much greater than that. He had seen King's cry when their cities burned, he had seen knights charge at him, declaring some stupid oath of vengeance, only to be left to bleed to death on the side of the road. He had seen an angel get so mad, he tracked him across the map until finally slaying him and sending him to the darkness below. And then, he had seen light. Well, not light...but it was a glow. A powerful glow. One that shown with hellish glee, as oceans of hellfire and dark magic swirled around him. This, was his home. A beautiful place, filled with Demons, Fallen Angels, and damned souls, ripe for torture. So much better was this place, that he didn't want to go back. He wanted to stay here and bask in the brimstone forever, content to torture souls and live in peace. But of course, all bad things must come to an end.

When Angels began to work their magic on the mortal world, damned souls began to come down less and less. Oh sure, there would always be evil, but the Hells were running out of souls, of demons, of fire. The shortage of souls made it annoying for him, because at the time, he was still rather young-only a few million years old- and he was not too high in the ranks of the Demons. So while his own stock of souls got smaller and smaller, he was forced to actually take care of the problem. So off he went to spread evil in the land so that the flow of damnation could continue, and he could live his life in relative peace. But the mortal world, oh how terrible! It was nothing like he remembered, after being in the grace of hell for so long. The sun was so bright, the flowers too colorful, and the people too...happy! He hated it, and knew at once that simple evil would not do the trick...no...the only way to make this place as perfect as hell...was to make it hell! So of course, his new goal, was to bring hell to the mortal plane; and for the next several million years, he worked steadfastly towards it. But of course, that was before he met Lillith.

He always knew it would be a challenge to bring Hell into the world, but he was up to it. He was getting to be quite the powerful Devil, and believed he was ready to openly face angels; yet knew that it would be no easy task to take down the world while the heavens watched it. And for a long time, he believed the only way to defeat them, was to gain power himself...until he met Lillith. He had always known about her, but stayed out of her way-she was typically more powerful than he, and he didn't need to get in trouble in the hierarchy of Hell. But, she had a charm to her, a power, something he couldn't shake, and instead of focusing on his goal, he was attracted to her, and began to zealously serve her. Anything she wanted, he would get, and worked very hard to secure his position with her...and after a few billion years, he thought he had done quite well.

Feruel had seen a lot. But this...oh this was something. What moron angel thought bringing the war to the gates of HELL was a good idea. He stepped over some champion of light, her wings had already lost their glow, and she was coughing up her own "divine" blood. He reverted to his human form (he liked watching angels die as a mortal, so that they might think that they were defeated by one...right before they entered hell to be tortured forever. She cried something about how the light would prevail, to which he responded by carving some name into her face, making sure to dot the "I" in the middle of her iris. Varix... Eh...not the best name, but hey, perhaps some mortal will name their child Varix and he will turn out to be some great champion of evil. Whatever. He surveyed his portion of the battle with a grim pleasure. They were doing quite well, considering the size of their own small task force. What was their task? Spill angel blood. And they had done about it quite well. He stepped away from the crying angel as he looked around, waiting for Lillith to call for him.

Ryoko Lee

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana redrew her shashka, raising it in a trained stance. "God cannot give you what he cannot lend himself. As for you." She turned toward Yeshua. "Just make sure nobody interrupts us, this may go on for awhile." She then charged her foe, her first blow purposefully making contact with the flagstaff. "You know... It will be fun corrupting you as the heavens burn. Même ton épée ne te sauverait pas." Her French was rough, courtesy of her Russian accent, but it got the point across just fine. She kept herself pressed into the staff, allowing her to make the next move. She may have been a demon and a hellish warrior in life, but someone as equal in skill as her deserved a chance to prove herself.
Uasal

 

[Duke of Vaults]

(Can I crash this party?)
Hot, hot, hot. Ooh, a big rock. Glad she didn't actually have to walk over that one.
"Jeanne?" Corinne called. "Hello? Ou etes-vous?"
A severed arm came flying from the distance at an impressive speed, landing with a squelch on the dusty ground before her. Corinne looked at it, then at the direction it had come from, then down at the arm again. It kind of looked familiar. Probably belonged to that one man... what was his name? Ah, it didn't matter right now. She hurried off in the direction of what sounded like Jeanne's banter.
"I sure do hope I'm not in trouble for being late," she said to herself. "But it's not my fault, this place's layout is so confusing. That rock looked like the other rock a couple of... some distance back, and then she'd gotten turned around, and next thing she knew everyone was gone.
Wait, that looked like Jeanne in the distance. And demons of some sort! She hurried, calling out again. "Sorry I'm late! Are you alright?"

 

[athereal]

Yeshua:

He didn't have to look in her direction to sense the female coming in to assist her comrade. Yeshua twirled the Lance in the palm of his hand and charged to meet the threat, head on. The General could take care of herself, after all. He sped forward and found the woman flanked by footsoldiers galore. He flew forward, hoping to end this altercation quickly. The impact caused an explosion, many of the soldiers flying back. But, Yeshua stood in a locked stance with the young woman who was his target--a shielding field blocking his weapon from striking. A slow, grim smile spread across his face. "I will make you bleed." he whispered to his enemy, for she had chosen the side of a liar.

 

[Duke of Vaults]

"Oh, hello!" Corinne waved. "You're pretty! Sorry I have to fight you, but I'm not all that good, and anyway I don't like bleeding." She raised her chakrams, gripping them tighter. Shame it wasn't the right kind of battle to channel her power. But, beggars couldn't be choosers.
"Corinne La Fontaine," she introduced herself. "I would shake your hand, but it seems that circumstances aren't great for that kind of thing. Est-ce que je peux demander ton nom avant de commencer, monsieur? You look like a Peter, to me, but I don't think that's your actual name..." Her wings flared back, and her eyes narrowed. Had she been on the ground, she would've braced herself against the rocks, but instead concentrated on shunting her danger sense (which was doing its best impression of a police siren) to the back of her head.

 

[Ryoko Lee]

"It seems that our angelic forces are having some trouble. Should we intervene?" A light voice said, voice raising above the clamor below.

"Decisions, decisions. We could wait for them to be killed off- it'll save us the trouble later." This voice was a tad bit softer, less dominant.

"Yes, that is true. But I'm dying for some action now."

"Very well, Neveah. We shall assist them."


From above, a light shattered through the barrier, sending black glass everywhere, as if a window of time had opened. The light was bright and dazzling, it chased away all darkness. Two firgures floated down, massive wings flapping and sending objects flying. The light dimmed, and two women were able to be seen.
They were quite a duo- there had never been anything like those two. They shared a family resemblance, the same colored hair and powerful build.
One was shorter than the other, fir with black and red armor. The other was taller, and appeared more angelic, yet she had looks that could kill- and seemed as if she would.

The taller one, Heaven, raised her sword.
"In the name of GOD!" She yelled, her voice powerful.

"We have brought the battle to you!" The other said.

 

[CaptainMcNoob]

Hell was hot, hotter then the deserts of the east and he was almost starting to miss those in favor of this, pun not intended, hellhole. Sigismund wiped his blade off on the body of the demonic warrior before him. He had tried to stop him from entering the next house in the.. well, if he was being generous, he would call the shanty town as a 'residential' area. The fight had been brutal but short as this demon, like so many others of its kin, preferred brute strength and power over skill. Flying around, monologue and other such displays of arrogance and power rather then just getting to the bloody point, said point being what he had thrust through the demon's heart.

Why was he here? This 'elite' strike force sent into Hell to disrupt.. well, Sigismund didn't know what, he wasn't told much, not like he ever was. It was always above his pay grade which wasn't hard to do considering he wasn't paid a penny. But it didn't matter, he was here now and would have to make the most of it, as he always did. His sword in hand, Sigismund kicked open the door to the small house and rushed inside to.. nothing. Sigismund's brown eyes narrowed behind his helm as he moved cautiously through the house, no one guarded nothing. But he found nothing but silence and the occasional creaking of the door as the wind pushed against it, but then he heard it, a quiet noise, like a gentle caress.. Then a much louder sound that repeated, a chittering sound like two prickled objects rubbing against one another and the hands on his arms stood on end... Then something hit him, something wet. Sigismund turned to look at his shoulder as a clear liquid oozed on his arm and slowly he looked up.

A shadow hung above him, with eight monstrous legs, a humanoid torso extended out of its spider like abdomen and she was smiling at him, liquid dripping out of her abdomen, "Well, well, what do we have here~" the demoness said as she ran across the wall with blinding speed and stopped inches away from Sigismund's face, "A big bad hero of heaven come to slay little old me~"

Sigismund gritted his teeth but before he could take a stance, one of those eight legs lashed out at him, catching him full in the chest. He felt his ribs shatter, his heart pulp and the next thing he knew he was on his back looking up at the infernal sky. He let out a strangled gasp as his ribs snapped themselves back together, his heart mended itself and his spine corrected, the snapping of the bones audible as well as the contortions of his body. Slowly, almost groggily, Sigismund pushed himself to his feet, his boots crunching into shared of wood as he faced the hole in the side of the house.. a hole that hadn't been there until he been smashed through it.

"Oh~ Aren't you tougher then you look. This will be fun~" the all too human voice said from the darkness before, once again, Sigismund only saw a black blur and found himself pressed up against the next house, gasping for air as her dainty hand was crushing the air from his lungs, "So a little insect trying to rise above its station, naughty naughty~" the spider demon said and leaned close letting her breath fan his face from within his helm, "I wonder what our hero looks like~ I might just keep you as a toy, wouldn't that be fun~ I bet not even She can claim to have such a fine toy to her name." With a simple jerk of her hand, she tore his helm off his head and tossed it to the ground. The smirk that was on her lips turning to a pout, "Disappointing, you looked better with the helmet on. Alas, I shall simply have to find a better toy," with another simple jerk of her hand, she tossed Sigismund down the alley, his body digging into the ground as his shoulder popped from its socket.

With his arm.. that was still in its socket, Sigismund fished into his pouch and pulled out a small clear vial and tipped it into his mouth. "Oh~ What is that, my little prey? Is that to give you the boost of vitality" she said smugly as she lifted him in the air again, "needed to keep up with me~ How adorable! I might just keep you~ You can carry my babies.." she was cut off when Sigismund spat on her, her outraged face quickly changed as she screamed in pain, smoke rising from it as her skin bubbled. She dropped him and clawed at her face, trying to get the holy water off, but it was an opening, an opening he was going to use. Sigismund jumped at his fallen sword and scooped it back up as he turned, the world exploded in blood. Sigismund looked down at his chest.. to the links of his armor that now stopped around a black object, one of the legs of the demon that now pierced it. Blood flowed freely from the wound and down his chin. Sigismund looked up at the demoness and covered her leg with blood as he coughed.

"How dare you hurt me," The demoness said as she dragged Sigismund's body closer, "How dare you, you insignificant little-" but her words were cut off as she looked down at her abdomen, to the hilt that now protruded out of it, "Y-You," she gasped as she pulled herself free of the broken Crusader, her leg leaving his chest with a sickening sound just as the sword was freed from her abdomen. She stumbled back, tried to gain distance, but her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed, "I-I am the chosen of Her," she ranted, her eyes wild and frenzied, "I have been blessed beyond measure! You are just a worm!"

Sigismund stumbled towards her, his sword dragging in the earth behind him as the wound in his chest slowly knitted itself back together, "Stay away from me! This is not how its supposed to go! I am the predator! ME! You are the prey! You are Nothing! Noth-" her words were silenced as her head flew from her body, "You talk to much," Sigismund said as he wiped the blood from his face and stumbled out of the alley, stopping only to collect his discarded helm.
​

 

[athereal]

Yeshua:

"You really don't know my name?" Yeshua asked, drawing back his spear. Without warning, a wing that spanned twice the length of his arm shot out on his left side. It looked as if it could have been three wings. "I heard they wrote books about me," he added. Yeshua flapped the Seraph wing, kicking up a hurricane's worth of wind. His body only ever went into this mode when it needed to, which meant one thing: the power players had just entered the field.

 

[Duke of Vaults]

She'd never admit it, of course, but giant wings made Corinne feel a little inadequate. Compensating for something, though, surely. Yes, that was it.
"Oh, sorry," she said, bracing herself against the wind so she only ceded a few steps instead of being blown away. "I'm not really caught up on all that, you see. I'll just call you Peter, since you don't want to tell m your name. Is that alright?"
Corinne didn't wait for a response before flying forward, blowing up a cloud of dust, and aimed an upward slice toward probably-not-Peter's wing joint.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Zornkriegshetzer had left the meeting a while ago, deciding that progress would be better made from his base of operations. His lair was a massive mansion built from the tombstones of those killed by guns, with a river of the blood of the young washing up on the muddy banks of the river beside it. Inside his executive assistant was already waiting for him.

Spoiler: The Executive Assistant

Zornkriegshetzer had had him formed from the combined souls of three bankers who'd been involved in a massive scheme to steal from their customers account. He'd partially lobotomized him to remove any annoying defects like free will or the need to take breaks.

"Good news, we're ahead on production and the invasion force seems to be smaller than expected. The bad news is that we're going to have to pay out the life insurance on Hraska of the Countless Young. Her Death Alarm went off a few minutes ago and her policy included 'Death by Angel.'"

Zornkriegshetzer shook his head. How were American insurance companies still able to get away with more than the ones in Hell? "How many children did she have."
"Five."
"Then why call herself Hraska of the Countless Young?"
"According to her file she never learned to count."
"I can't tell if that's clever or stupid. She's dead, so likely the latter. See if you can get the children to accept a smaller lump sum. If not, offer half of it as a bounty to whoever kills them. We're not in the business of paying insurance claims, we're in the business of making money."

Zornkriegshetzer walked into his office and poured himself a hot skull cup of Nambia-Blend Covfefe. The smooth taste of dishonest insanity in liquid form helped his mind focus on the task at hand. Within an hour he'd gotten the updates in place and was ready to decide on his next move. Now would be the perfect time to show off the effectiveness of his new weapons...

"Now take a look at this Angel wandering through Hell" Eyelinor Eyerene said, speaking directly to the camera.

Spoiler: Eyelinor Eyerene

"He thinks that any threat he'll face will be head on, but little does he know that we've got a surprise for him!"
The camera pans over to a Demon holding a massive cannon.

Spoiler: Demon with massive cannon

Eyelinor winks at the camera. It takes a few seconds for all her eyes to do so. "Why wait for your foe to come to you when you can blow him away with the Ballroom Blitzkrieg Hellfire Rocket Launcher! Show them what it can do, Krager!"
Pulling the trigger, Krager sends a Hellfire Rocket zooming towards the Angel. Who just happened to be Sigismund.
As the rocket zoomed towards him Eyelinor explains its features. "Not only does it come with enough explosive power to give Leviathan a headache, this baby has the added feature of converting whatever it destroys into a blast of Hellfire, perfect for scourging the Holy or burning even the Unholy!"

CaptainMcNoob

 

[Uasal]

Jeanne D'Arc​

Jeanne brought her free hand to a rest on the flagpole just before Ana had made contact with her sword. The pole and Jeanne stood strong in the wake of the blow and neither the staff nor the saint moved so much as an inch despite the tremendous force Ana was pushing with. Both parties were now interlocked in a battle of attrition, sabre v polearm. Saint v Demon. With a click of her tongue, Jeanne finally made her move. The saint took a swift step to the left and shifted the weight of her staff to the base forcing the sabre to scrape upward and bounce back off the supporting metal ring near the pole head.

With great speed and one heck of a punch, Jeanne then swung the pole towards Anastazia's side, such a hit in close proximity could easily smash through steel plating and perhaps even break a rib or two if the positioning was right. "I have no need for a sword, There’s a spear-point at the tip of this pole, it’s a divine sign that this flag should be used to strike the enemy. De toute façon, vous êtes pathétique. Nobody would need a sword to strike you down!"

With everything going on Jeanne didn't notice Corinne at all. Sorry Corinne but at least you won't be charged with being late!

LoneSniper87 Duke of Vaults

 

[LoneSniper87]

The sound of metal scarping metal filled the heated air as her sword went wide, and in the wrong direction. She saw polearm come down to her side and watched it crack against the crossbow she was trying to bring up, sending splinters flying and wrenching the weapon from her grip. "Moi, pathétique? Vous étiez simplement un porte-drapeau." She retorted smiling as she took a step back, readying herself again. Sparing a glance back at her crossbow, it was shattered, the firing mechanism useless. She turned back to her foe, face devoid of emotion, but her eyes were both physically and metaphorically on fire. She lunged again, sword arcing low, her other hand now braced on her sheath as she attacked. "Tell me, do you really think you stand a chance against a trained warrior, мужик? All that flag ever did was keep you out of a sword's reach." She said, locking with the banner again.
Uasal

 

[RI.a]

Lu'ciel scowled at the idea Yeshua proposed. How dare he! Literally giving our mistress to the enemy! Putting her own mother at risk did not sit well with her at all. Her eyes flared and fists clenched at her sides as she growled lowly. And he just had to spite her with the damn nickname again. "I'll shove your own lance down your damn throat if you call me that again." Her patience with his name calling wore thin a very, very long time ago and she wanted to put an end to the guard, but Lilith had always managed to stop her before she could lunge at him. And she would again this time. Lilith commanded with power and the sight of her mother sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Lu'ciel bowed in respect and responded, albeit cheekily. "Have I ever failed you?"

She spun on her heels and calmly walked into the portal Lukas made, and found them a good distance away from the fight. She rolled her eyes at Yeshua's entrance. Always trying so hard to have a one up over her. Her arms crossed and leaned her weight on one hip. Listening to Lukas only made her narrow her eyes at the hunter. "I can see just fine." She said through gritted teeth. What is it with these demons underestimating her?

"We can't let Ana and Yeshua take all the spotlight, can we?" She smirked, "Bring us closer." Just as she told Lukas to do so, a bright light shone from the barrier.

"In the name of GOD!"..."We have brought the battle to you!"

Lu'ciel raised her brows in mock surprise, before a mischievous, wicked grin graced her features. She raised a hand out in front of her, her palm open wide to summon her scythe. In a blink of an eye, the weapon appeared and her fingers firmly grasped the smooth surface of the staff. She twirled the scythe rapidly in one hand and slammed the blunt end to the ground, causing it to shake and crack beneath their feet.

"Looks like more fun has arrived. Let's go greet them, shall we?"

Ryoko Lee athereal A A Bottle of Memories