Cajia

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: Stancing his large body, San-Angelus lunged himself at the Arkion using a thrust of his wings as extra momentum. He brought his blade about in several small, cleaving arcs; making a shield of white hot death.

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The Arkion parried one of the first blows, then realized that it would be better to fight in one of its other forms. The blue silhouette of a man stopped, seemed to waver a bit, then gradually liquified into a mass of clear water dotted with brilliant blue sparks. The Arkion's blade reformed into a long staff made out of ice, dotted with the sparks once more. He twirled it around his head and brought it to face the burnt angel.

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: Stopping his attack with The Sword of Faith, San-Angelus flew a few feet off the ground and tackled the Arkion with all his might.

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The Arkion rolled with the attack and was momentarily pinned to the ground, before the liquid that made up his body began to surround San-Angelus, slowly beginning to apply pressure to the Angel's body. A cloud of blue mist shot out of the now-puddle and hovered above hand, sparking blue in parts.
You dare touch us?

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: "You dare be touched by me!?"
His flickering HUD told him of the pressure on his body long before his enhanced human senses did, he did nothing of it. It would test his mettle and his devotion to Sanguinello. He brought his blade up to face the Arkion, with his teeth gritted both in pain and antisipation.
"Now come fool, and meet your fate upon this desolate vessel..."
Taking three large, pain ridden strides towards the figure San-Angelus made two large, heavy Cleaves at the Arkion, antispiating the parry that was to follow.

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The mist parted at the blows, forcing San-Angelus to overextend himself and become off balance for the tiniest fraction of a second. The puddle of water reared up and attached itself to San-Angelus' wings, applying a huge amount of pressure and weight to the Angel's back.

The Arkion silently laughed to himself at the Angel's words, but also felt a pang of sadness at the phrase "Desolate vessel." He had built this ship from the ground up, and it was one of the few posessions that he actually cared a great much about. To see it go was to see several thousand years of planning, conceptualizing, and building go to waste.

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: San-Angelus was getting largely infuriated, if this thing would not stop using trickery, he would resort to magics of his own.
"Will you not put that blade to use... what is it, an ornament? Just like this little ship, once a half way worthy vessel, but now nothing but a destroyed shell... Now use that sword, Arkion!"

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The water continued to weigh the Angel down, surprising the Arkion.

Well, you're stronger than expected...but that is of no concern. As far as fighting with this blade, that is also of no use. The blade is ice, useless for actual swordplay. However, as far as trickery goes, The Arkion hissed, suddenly jabbing the blade into the water.

Blue sparks danced up and down the ice blade and met with the similarly colored energy within the water. Suddenly, San-Angelus began to sweat profusely as the water holding him began to draw moisture out from his skin.

Now, human, you will die

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: "Sanguinello... for all that we Angels stand for, aid me in my fight against this heretic and let me bring your light to this world!"
San-Angelus closed his eyes and opened them again to reveal two white burning spheres. A wall of light flew across the deck the Angel and the Arkion were fighting on, as it's light swept over San-Angelus the water disapated, and as it continued to flow over the Arkion, it knocked him across the room.
"My god guides me, Arkion..."

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The Arkion flew across the room, hissing and trailing blue smoke. The foreign magic sparked across his form, writing all over and literally etching cracks across his gaseous body.

What is this? Magic! He has Magic! Foreign, non-created Magic users! the Arkion almost sobbed, recollecting his various whisps of smoke into a central form. Suddenly, the Arkion began to shivver, and three orbs of black, red, and green burst forth from nowhere in particular and began to orbit the quavering form of San-Angelus.

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: San-Angelus' body was used to hours more combat than this, but The foes he had faced so far had taken a serious toll upon his superhuman body. Most of his bones were shattered, usually in more than one place. Blood trickled from one of his eye.
"If i must fight four of you in the name of my god... then so be it. My body is his, and he shall deliver me to victory!"

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: As the three orbs began to orbit the Angel, the blue Arkion suddenly changed shape into the form of a human, who sunk to the ground.
"This is where your loyalties lie? With an outsider? For the last million years we've protected this world, and you betray us so easily?" he asked, speaking in sounds for the first time in thousands of years.

Arkion Da'Shameth Charlie de Immortalia. You have destroyed the barriers protecting this world yourself by losing to this mere mortal in combat. Even with all of the powers that we all share, you still were defeated. the three orbs droned as one.

"No!"

You are hereby expelled from the Arkion order, for weakness! You defeated Fles, the desecrator, in combat, how could you let this mere being, who we now protect from you, defeat you? You are disgrace, Arkion Da'Shameth Charlie de Immortalia, a disgrace to our kind

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: San-Angelus snorted.
"I need no other protection but Sanguinello, but if you're willing to repent, step aside and i will destroy this being, i must say he has been more than a worthy adversary!"

He set his stance again. A faint crackle came through on his intercom.

"Brother Chaplain San-Angelus... good to see you are alive, i hope you have fought well. A transport is on the way to pick you up. The invasion force is ready to land cityfall, what are your orders?"

2007-03-27 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The fallen Arkion lay on the ground, streaks of blue energy leaking from his eyes and evaporating as they hit the deck below him.
Will you cut down an innocent, Human? he whispered before slowly dissolving into his mist form.

STOP HIM! the three orbs shouted, but it was too late, the Arkion had disappeared.

2007-03-27 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: "...He fought to well to die outside of battle. I will self punish for that thought later."
San-Angelus turned to the three orbs.

"Planetfall is go...."

2007-03-28 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: The Arkion's spirit flew away from the falling Leviathan, which began to shudder and break apart as the planet's gravity began twist and pull the scorched vessel's superstructure. As the cloud of blue mist took off for Stronghold, Dark shuddered on the deck. He had passed out after San-Angelus' attack, and now shakilly rose to his burnt feet.

"Traitors!" He spat through bloody teeth before sinking into a shadow.

2007-03-28 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: Pulling up to the side of the exploding ship, a Transport homed in on San-Angelus' signal. San-Angelus walked to the renedevous point as the ship fell apart around him. He had fought well...

Now, he would land City-Fall with his brothers, once this planet's main port city had fallen, the others would be soon to follow.

2007-03-28 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: Thousands of miles away, in Stronghold, Raie, the Zetas, and two other clouds of mist, a white one and a silver one, hovered anxiously above two coffin-like structures. One held the physical body of the blue Arkion, the other held the now-recovering body of Dark. Tears welled in Windy's eyes as she laid her hands on the freezing-cold glass, but no reaction came from the fallen shadai capable warrior. While the group was watching the two, a white eagle appeared above them and landed on the Arkion's coffin.

"There are still two ships up there, heavily damaged, but still deadly. And, they're headed towards Jac. Slowly though," the eagle sighed.

2007-03-28 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: San-Angelus mentally prepared himself for the upcoming battle. It wouldn't take long, and there would be a decisive winner. The Angels would strike deep into key locations of the enemy city, using Pods and Deep Strike assualt Gunships, there would be no time for reaction and no time for resistance.

He thought about the being he had nearly slain... it was not Human... and although it was a heretic he had fought, that particular heretic had honed skill....

2007-03-28 [3.00 x 10^8 Meters/Second]: "What's wrong with him?" Windy almost whispered, moving from Dark to the Arkion.
He's been burned, literally. Whatever that...monstrosity did to him, it's unlike anything we've ever seen before. Ha. Angels...who would've known? The only Angel we've ever seen or made was Athena, and she passed on about a millennium ago, the silver Arkion sighed.

"Won't he wake up?"

As if the Arkion heard her, the coffin flashed blue and the cloud of blue mist reappeared. As the mist solidified into existance, the coffin began to fade away, returning to the secure vault that held the bodies of the Arkions. The cloud drew itself together and, without a word, swooped up to one of the great observation windows that dotted the ceiling. He stared out at the sky, keenly observing the three ships on the other side of the planet.

Run, San-Angelus, run. The three Arkions cannot protect you forever, and when they are destroyed for their treason, you will join them in the 'void...

2007-03-28 [Angels Of San-Angelus]: Wiping the blood off of his Archaic sword San-Angelus gave a sudden pause in what he was doing. As if he had heard the Arkions words he talked to thin air.

"Run, Shameth, run. You lived once, face me again, and you shan't..."

He looked back down to his blade, then up to the four companies of Angels.... three hundred and ninety seven angels would make Planet fall. Those killed on the enemy ship would be written into the tome of honour, and remembered.

Along with the four companies of Angels, Human forces of the Terran worlds would accompany him to deliver the sledgehammer blow, well him and his angels struck as a surgical scalp.