In the gaze of the moon

[Karuka]

Moonwing was beautiful, Karuka had to admit through the agony of the dragon's thoughts ramming their way into her skull. She was graceful in flight and gleaming in the hazy Alerian sun. She was a force of nature, the harbinger of death and destruction, the embodiment of maternal wrath in its full fruition.

If she'd jus' come t' take th' men who killed her child, I doubt I'd've blamed her. Even though one of those who took down Sunwing was dear to her, Karuka could empathize with the dragon's rage. If someone killed Taische, she would sunder the realms to have her vengeance. But she would only revenge herself upon the responsible parties. Their lovers, their children, their families - the innocents that surrounded them - how could she justify so much cruel violence?

People can justify anything. Same with dragons.*

The redhead stood in the shadow of a scorched building, watching the pandemonium. Anyone caught in the dragon's breath was instantly, mercifully dead. Those caught on the outermost reaches of the flames, however, laid strewn in the streets, masses of screaming boils and blisters. Worse than the sound was the smell; the rancid reek of burnt hair mixed with the sickening, bloody smell of charred flesh. Men, women, children. Innocent. Guilty. Moonwing didn't care.

A young man with sandy brown hair rushed past her, carrying a scythe. Karuka grabbed his arm with a golden hand, giving him a stern look. The boy couldn't have been older than twenty-one or twenty-two; he'd never seen a dragon before, much less knew how to fight one. He was just desperate. "There's no sense in y' dyin' here. Getcher fam'ly. Run. An' pray us other fools live long enough t' keep you an' yers safe."

"But-!"

"GO!" She shoved the young farmer back, more with her will than her words. If he had a wife and a baby running or hiding, he was probably only out to buy them one more moment, if he could. But if he couldn't even face a human hero, he had no business facing a dragon, and he knew it.

D' y' see, Storm, what y've done? Karuka shook herself. Her lover had to have a plan with provoking the dragon - or an idea of an end result and no idea how to get there - and it was her job to work with it.

He's distractin' her. Karuka motioned to Taodoine, who launched himself while she jogged forward through the slag and the char, still searching for the well. She was dimly aware that something was wrong within the building on which the dragon perched, but there wasn't much she could do about it just at that moment.

Arrows whizzed through the air to plink nearly harmlessly from Moonwing's armored hide, and others - men and women with more courage than sense - converged upon the crumbled church. Karuka preferred staying closer to stone buildings rather than risk standing out in the open. Her child still needed her, and she had no intention of dying here and now. But for her attack to work, she had to get much closer than comfort allowed.

Where's th' damned...? Ah. It sat nestled against a large building in the square, which was why Karuka hadn't seen it sooner - a half-circular wall above a reservoir. She wished she'd found it before Storm had spoken up; what she was about to do would only enhance his power against the dragon.

Well, if he survives t' blast 'er again. I swear, if he gets crushed by this 'un, he'll not ever hear th' end of it from me.

The druid's hands cut through the smoky air, calling upon the water and amplifying her power over it. The well roared like a stormy sea when she launched her attack, and three tons of water burst forth from the ground, speeding for the enraged and grieving Moonwing.

Karu is using Lagu+Jara. It lets her manipulate up to 100 cubic feet of water within a 60 foot radius. That's 780 gallons, 6,505 pounds (2948 kg for our metric friends). And she's sending the lot at Moonwing.

[Hysteria]

Chaos ran through the streets. Attacks from mundane weapons bounced of the mirror-like scales without a moment’s notice. The only wound that struck the giant silver dragon was the words of a small human. They would have been little more than another arrow to bounce off her hide, if it was not for the scent of her child that hung so closely to his form. Moon wing felt that before she heard his words. The dragon’s giant head twisted towards the human, forsaking all others for the moment of vengeance.

The avatar that appeared in front of the lightning was a passing insect to the dragon. She sent a telepathic bump back down the line Ioder had opened without a second thought. The avatar he had created burst completely apart, leaving Ioder to take the brunt of her backlash. It would have been more sizable, enough to kill the angel-like demon, if not for the lightning.

The bolt struck Moonwing’s scales with a burst of light. The energy seemed to move from one scale to another, shifting and sparking with each jump. If the giant reptile could smile, then that would have been the expression on her face. Instead she flashed a half open jaw with rows of ivory white teeth towards Storm. Sparks brewed deep in her mouth, a surge of new-found electricity fuelling her attack.

Things would have ended there for Storm had it not been for his lover’s intervention. The tide of water that reached up and struck Moonwing caused her loose her precarious footing. Her face twisted from Storm as a beam of lighting burst from her jaw. It was unlike anything seen on Althanas in a long time. The first building struck was torn apart in an instant, with the next six following suit. The attack cut a swath through the town as building after building disappeared under the force of the lightning. Every soul, every creature was destroyed and only a blackened cone of torn earth remained. Without realising it, Moonwing had claimed the first scalp of those that had taken her Sonne from her as the giant John was incinerated.

Moonwing struggled upon the crumbling building as the combined weight of her and the water quickly eroded the remaining strength of the structure. With her perch at risk of collapsing, Moonwing’s wing lifted into the air and she made to take to the sky again.

John is out!

[Storm Veritas]

If he had been honest with himself, the well-traveled mage never expected his cursory blast to kill the mighty dragon. Yes, the same bolt was wildly effective against her progeny, but this beast was clearly of a larger, more robust sort. Certainly he didn’t foresee a single bolt bringing her down, but thought he’d help the cause.

He had thought wrong.

The terrible dragon had absorbed and returned volley one thousand fold, skimming the tops off of a row of buildings like a scythe cutting effortlessly through honey-grass. Colossal heaps of tarred roof, stone and mortar crashed thunderously to the ground about him, forcing him to scatter closer to the town marketplace, which was more open and exposed. Had the assault centered on him, Storm would have had absolutely no chance to move or escape; the attack was so monumentally powerful and broad reaching that there was zero hope.

Sadly, he watched as the giant, strapping soldier was burned as one of the townsfolk. His heroic deeds had carried no equity in this battle; he was near-instantly charred to unrecognizable.

Could just as easily have been you. Next time it –will- be you, if you don’t get your ass to cover, and fast.

The roar of cracking stone, screaming death, and howling beast were absurd, a punch in the ears of any who dared stay within the town limits. The magician felt his knees buckle as his nerves overwhelmed him. They were over their heads. They were going to die. His mind raced as he wrestled with panic, planning in desperation against impossible odds.

Lie to yourself. The fear is bullshit; use it as fuel. Be sharp, be fast, be alive. Piss your pants later, you god-damned pussy.

The villain breathed deeply once more, steadying himself to take action. Terror loosened its stranglehold on his legs for a few seconds. As the lumbering dragon pressed those mammoth wings down, almost clumsily taking to the air, Storm darted three steps before leaping headfirst beneath a large, oaken apple cart. He skidded underneath, feeling the skin scrape and scratch from his palms and knees as his leathers did little to pad the rapid halt. The clearance was tight, but sufficient, and the odor of festered fruit was the last thing on his mind. From here, he’d be out of the sight line of Moonwing, and he was hidden in what seemed to be a low-priority attack area.

He made room behind him, hoping his magnificent lover would find cover as well. Perhaps it was best they find separate spots to keep themselves from both dying, but he wouldn’t prevent her from joining. His eyes scanned about the courtyard, peeking low from his belly at other carefully arranged carts, when he spied the blacksmith’s cart some forty feet away. Abandoned in the bedlam was a pile of swords, spears, and arrows. All of them were made of a very convenient blend of irons and steels.

Jackpot. Looks like someone’s luck was on the uptick.

Without moving more than his fingertips, Storm channeled his electromagnetic field in a line towards the pile. A heavy sword broke free, shaking and clattering as it settled on the ground. From this distance he had poor control, but managed to raise the sword, which danced through the air as though held by some phantom soldier. Peering up at the heavens above from the shadows of his cart, he spied the great abomination above.

Come on, baby. One time. One time.

He flicked his fingers once more to send the blade hurtling end over end towards the dragon. In all probability, it would sail harmlessly by in a futile arc, but fortunately for the hidden wizard, there were plenty more where that came from.

[Karuka]

No y' don't get t' fly. Yer still all wet.

Maintaining so much water took most of Karuka's concentration, but she still drew a small knife and slashed it across the back of her right hand, letting drops of blood spill onto the ground. She had no idea what Storm was doing or where he was, but he hadn't been running in the direction the dragon had fired, so he was probably still alive. Fortunately for her, the massive lightning bolt the dragon had unleashed had also been well away from her direction, but so many buildings wrecked... so many lives just gone. Panicked and pained screaming roiled through the air from the lightning-shattered quarter, confirming the clairvoyant's worst fears.

Focus. Th' faster y' take 'er down, th' fewer lives lost.

"REIDH!" High above, an avian screech answered; Taodoine was ready. Karuka's left hand slashed hard to the side, clenching into a fist, making the water coalesce onto one of the mirror dragon's massive wings and bear down with crushing force. The choice between trying to freeze Moonwing's maw shut and trying to keep her out of the air wasn't an easy one, but the redhead felt that they'd be in more trouble if they gave the dragon freedom of motion than if they gave her freedom of breath.

"SUILE!" Karuka didn't have to look up to know what her familiar was doing. The dragon only had one vulnerable spot, and she hadn't had to tell him where to aim to send him plummeting for it. Her bleeding hand slammed down hard, creating a straight red line in the air. Frigid water turned instantly to a thick layer of slush the entrapped wing, and that froze harder when she sealed it with the same interlocking rune she'd used to boost her command over the water. Regretfully, she had to let the unused water cascade into the crumbled church, but there was just too much to focus on.

Like the bolt of red and orange that had folded its wings on its way to the dragon's eye.

"TAO!" The phoenix exploded into fire as he neared his target, spreading his mighty wings and extending the dagger-sharp talons he grew from each toe. He strafed her once, then extinguished himself as he soared back up.

Karuka didn't wait to see what the dragon would do; she needed another position and she needed it now. With all the speed available to her, she ducked into an alley, leaping over crates, carts, and cowards in her mad dash for a better vantage. "Get out of town, y' fools!"

Hopefully, they'd listen, because the redhead didn't think the buildings around them would be safe for much longer.

[Revenant]

A parent’s love was a powerful thing. Wars have been waged over it, empires toppled because of it. William’s own destructive path had been forged from the smoldering ashes of a wooden crib. But as powerful as a parent’s love was it could also be blinding.

Moonwing should have noticed William. She should have seen him fly up as she drew in the energies for her attack. She should have swatted him aside just as she had swatted the angelic thing from beside her. But she hadn’t. Her preoccupation with revenge had all but rendered the demonic warrior invisible to the dragon. It had given him enough time to study her and the chance to get close. Moonwing had let her love cloud her vision, and it had been a mistake.

William dropped to the far edge of the church roof, behind where Moonwing had fallen when the water stuck her. Stone popped and cracked as the revenant’s clawed feet latch onto the roof tiles enough to keep the blast wave from Moonwing’s attack from knocking how back off the church. He kept the line of his cloak held in front of him to ward off the lightning’s brightness and to shield him from the sharp flecks of rock pelted him. But more importantly William kept his eyes locked on his love.

It was clear that there were other fighters in Jormungstadt. People that had either been lured in as William had by the siren song of destruction, or else were bravely, and futilely, defending their homes. These fighters fought as if Moonwing were some normal beast to be dragged down and culled, hurling their ineffectual fusillade of spells and arrows at the dragon’s mirrored hide.

As if they can kill my love, William thought, taking a step towards Moonwing’s rising form. They can’t see her. Not the way I do.

Molten eyes bored into the great dragon, delving through mirrored scales to the very core of the beast. William could see the inky black webs of time and decay that festered within her. He’d watched Moonwing since her arrival, had studied the breadth and depth of her. He could see her truth more intimately than any lover could. Moonwing was a being of incredible power but she was ancient. Time had left the same marks on her that it did on all things. William’s destructive enlightenment guided him to those marks. It showed him how to hurt her.

Moonwing roared and spread her wings wide, forcing William to dig his claws deeper into the cracking stones for purchase. A flood of water cascaded from her flanks as she did so, but the broken church drank the worst of it. He had little time now.

Another attack came from below, attempting to freeze the dragon’s far wing. And another came from above as a fiery bolt shot from the sky at Moonwing’s face. This was it, the best distraction William was going to get. He couldn’t allow the dragon to get out of reach, couldn’t allow her to escape. If he was to wound her, if he was to take her, it had to be here and now.

William gathered his power and leaped from his perch of collapsing stone. The force he’d put into the leap crumbed the roof where he’d been standing, causing the shattered stones to slide in on themselves, but William was beyond caring. He coaxed more power from within as he flew towards Moonwing, forcing his energies to the breaking point. Sickly green light blazed from the blade of the revenant’s warscythe as he hauled it back for the attack. He’d willed the weapon to release its strongest power, making the razor edge nearly infinitely sharp for a single strike. And thanks to his destructive enlightenment, William knew just where to strike to be most effective.

Rising up behind the dragon William swung the wicked blade with the full force of his inhuman strength in a flashing arc towards the base of her spine and immediately followed it up by releasing his pent up energy in a magma explosion. William then fell, letting his leap and gravity carry him away from the collapsing church and away from his love.

[Ioder]

His attempts in communicating with the beast was mute, instead a crippling pulse of telepathic energy hit him. With the building starting to crumble around him Ioder was forced to a knee by Moonwing's attack. A bead of sweat fell from his brow as he tried to reavaluate the situation. It would seem that she was too enraged to cooperate with him willingly. As the rafters started to split and fall from her weight a loud torrent came pressing against the stained glass window.

Ioder had not a second to spare stretching his wings out wide. The beautiful mural splintered and cracked under the torrents force. Water and glass spewed forth washing and slamming him against wall behind the alter. He let out a grunt as the force knocked the wind out of him, the weight of the water kept him pinned in place. His armor crack with each piece of debris that struck him.

With all that he could muster he reached up grasping at anything he could. Finaly he found salvation in the form of a torn tapestry dangeling just over head. He clenched it with all he had until the torrent subsided enough for him to pull himself out of the water. Then with a mighty flap of his wings he was airborn soaring out of the broken window frame.

With great swiftness the angelic being banked upward towards the roof. He couldn't waist any time, he needed to be quick. As he soared above the edge of the crumbling rooftop he saw the might dragon flooded and laying on her side. Attacks from the fighters below flew upward towards the dragon and Ioder knew his plan would prove futile. Instead he drew Alessia from her sheath, he needed to aid the fighters efforts.

Now with caution thrown into the wind Ioder released a huge cloud of his nebula trailing behind him. Then tucking his wings he dove down with his enchanted blade aimed towards the beast neck just below the back of her skull. His blade was more than sharp enough to spear through her rough hide and his nebula would provide a more than adiquit defence to any attack that might fly his way. Simultaneously Ioder's mist like energy shared the same reflective porerties as the scales of Moonwing bouncing* the sun's rays around him.

It mattered not if this beast was slain here today. She had already delivered to him the souls of many who have passed from her rampage. And the same rules would apply to the beast herself, and that would be a soul her could retire on. That would be the life. he though as he plunged into the face of oblivian.

[Hysteria]

The sword of Storm bounced off the hide of the dragon mother like so many arrows before it. The silver scales were almost impervious to direct assault like that, save for the soft scales under her arms and neck, all of which she kept pressed to the crumbling church. It was the ice that enveloped one of her wings that was the cause of concern. The giant reptile tried in vain to take to the sky, instead she flapped her frozen wing in long, lame strokes. With each movement the dragon’s scales turned bluer and bluer, until she was the colour of the sea.

The phoenix that came from above would have been enough to blind the beast, if not for the sudden cold that filled the air. The wind that lifted up around the dragon was stronger than even the coldest Berevar night. The bird’s fire dwindled, but didn’t completely extinguish until it struck. Moonwing reared back, the tiny fire bird lifting back into the sky while it’s target was unable to respond. The air grew colder still as ice spread along evert surface within ear shot of Moonwing.

The dragon didn’t have time to respond as the fire demon struck. Instinct caused ice to burst along her back, taking some of the initial attack while scales were dislodged across her back from the rest. The second attack struck with fiery abandon, sending large chunks of the dragon’s shoulder into the air. Moonwing roared in anger and frustration, her steely blue eyes swivelling in her head as she struggled to face the attacks from all directions.

The only thing to do was thin the field. The dragon curled her wings back across her back as cold poured from her being. Blasts of air rippled outwards, catching the angel-like attacker before he could land his blow. It was probably a twist of luck, as the crumbling church was flash frozen under the sudden pulse of cold. In the sky Taodoine’s body became encumbered with ice, causing the bird to fall from the sky. All around buildings, bodies and rubble froze. Even the air became filled with twisting torrents of frost, easily enough to freeze all but the hottest fire. It would have been foolish for any to try fly while Moonwing was surrounded by such frost.

Now with her footing supported by ice she no longer had to keep her balance. She let her breath flow, fuelling the air with cold enough to freeze the fires of hell. Any exposed would surely freeze on the spot.

[Revenant]

William pulled out of his fall a dozen feet above Jormungstadt’s ruined market. Smoldering ash reached up inside his swirling wake as he did so, only to be pounded back by the rain of flesh and blood following in the Revenant’s wake. He’d hurt Moonwing. She didn’t show much of a reaction to his attack, but William could see the vicious gaping wound in her shoulder. How long had it been since the dragon matron had felt true pain, he wondered. Her petty vengeance had been ferocious, how much more ferocious would she be when it was her own life threatened rather than that of her child? William resisted the urge to grin. How much of that ferocity would be directed at the one who’d hurt her?

He didn’t have to wait long for his answer. Her instantaneous, icy reaction and super-dense scales had protected Moonwing’s spine from his blade and it had also produced a wave of cold which had caught up to the falling demon and into him like a physical wall. Resisting the cold without thinking, William released the focus necessary to maintain his flight so that his molten core could flare back to life. With nothing left to support him, William fell the last dozen feel to the ground and hit hard. Something in his chest wrenched hard, but a sharp inhale from overhead told him that he had no time to waste nursing it.

Moving inhumanly fast, William sprang to his feet. Above him, Moonwing’s extended jaws opened wide and loosed a stream of absolute zero. Spurred by the urgency, William plowed through the devastated wall of the church in front of him. Though the revenant’s strength was legendary, and though the wall was cracked, it was still mass of stone and it took its toll. The dull ache in his chest turned into a stabbing pain as William burst into the chapel, but it was far from the worst pain he’d ever felt and he was able to shrug the sensation to the back of his mind. If his restorative capabilities hadn’t healed the injury by the time he killed Moonwing, he could worry about it then. For now, he had more pressing matters.

As if to accentuate the thought, Moonwing’s absolute zero blast struck down at his heels. William didn’t pause, couldn’t pause, as tumbled through the broken wall and scrambled further into the church’s frozen, crumbling interior. But though he couldn’t pause, he could shudder. So he did that.

William’s molten core protected him as much from cold as it did from heat, but even the edge of the blast had been enough to remind him of being half-naked and waist deep in the Berevar wilderness. If he’d been a mortal, or had been just a moment slower, William knew that he’d be nothing more than a rock-solid chunk of frozen meat at the moment. As it was, he was a little frost-burned around the edges. The irony didn’t escape him. Moonwing, it appeared, gave just as good as she got and rather than frighten him, the notion made the revenant even more excited. She was truly worthy of the former monster hunter’s respect.

Moonwing’s attack swept away from where he’d been to terrorize another portion of Jormungstadt. Satisfied that the chapel was going to shield him, at least temporarily, William navigated the rubble and the ice to stand beside the frozen corpse of Jormungstadt’s former pastor. After all it had been through, the chapel looked a hair’s breadth from collapsing in on itself. Only the shimmering crystalline mass of the ice had given it a moment’s reprieve. William could hear weak, panicked voices echoing from multiple areas of the chapel, innocents who hadn’t managed to get out and had been trapped or had fled upstairs when the attack started. They were crying for help, for a savior. William ignored them.

A cursory examination of the chapel’s interior revealed what William had expected. Jomil’s curse revealed the weaknesses in the chapel’s architecture to William as it had with Moonwing, easier even as the chapel wasn’t a living, shifting being. Water had seeped into the cracks of the broken chapel as it drained from the roof and had expanded as it froze. While the ice had kept the building aloft for the time being, it had also torn the stones of the building even farther apart. And even the ice bracing was tenuous without a constant freezing steam. All one would have to do to drop the chapel like a stone down a well would be to strike at the right place. William could do that.

It only took a moment for the demonic warrior to find what he was looking for and then, smiling to himself, he leapt back into motion. There was not time to waste. He didn’t know how long Moonwing’s cold attack was going to last, and he didn’t want to give the dragon time to shift and adapt again. Though there were many points of failure in the architecture of the ruined building, William’s cursed sight was able to identify the central support which was the focal point for the weight of the building’s upper floor. Knowing what he needed to do, William hacked at the back wall of the church with his warscythe quickly carving enough of a chunk out of the stone that he could burst through without causing further damage to himself, but while still adding further weakness to the structure.

Then, just as he barreled through yet another wall, William turned and summoned another bolt of liquid fire from his molten core. He was dangerously close to exhausting the power of his demonic form for what would likely be the rest of the fight, but Moonwing’s shoulder had been decently wounded and her wings chilled. If he had any chance to trap her into the collapsing church, this was it. William didn’t care if there were still innocents sheltering inside, he didn’t care if the collapse caused more collateral damage to the few remaining areas around it that Moonwing hadn’t devastated. All he could think about was soaking his claws and his blade in dragon blood.

With an errant flick of the wrist, William sent the magma shot sailing to detonate against the chapel’s main support.

[Storm Veritas]

If Storm had been hoping that somehow his remote-controlled sword would penetrate the scales of the beast through some divine intervention, he had bet on the wrong Gods. The blade bounced harmlessly off of Moonwing’s haunch with a “pang” sound, as though someone lazily rang a broken bell. Fortunately for the lightning mage, the others in combat had been more successful. The ice-laden wing dragged the mighty dragon down, keeping it from flight as she perched upon the old cathedral. Without any shred of mercy, the terrible dragon blasted a mighty gale of ice wind out about the city.

It was a nightmare; to move from hot to cold without precedent. Everything the ice hit seemed to instantly pop and explode, the water-laden air flash freezing and expanding the pores of anything sitting, standing, or existing. From his safe haven under the apple cart, Veritas heard the rapid creaks and bangs of shattered wood and screeching yells of yielding metal.

You can’t hide down here forever. Once this big bitch destroys the city, she’ll be thirsty for blood. Dry up this puddle of piss and DO SOMETHING.

The cathedral itself was the obvious target; the ice had held the mighty building in place, but it was a makeshift fix, like chewing gum in a dam’s hole. Storm breathed deeply, inhaling the rich and dry mountain air. His body was healthy, his powers were strong. Now was the time to act.

Quickly, he used his magnetic field manipulation to summon a heavy iron axe to his side. The weapon flew dutifully into his hand as he leapt gracefully to a large iron drain grate at the bottom of the crowned cobblestone street. It was an escape route and a bit of madness wrapped in one. He looked up to the enormous beast, which was less than eighty feet away; a perilously close distance.

Keep your mouth shut for now. Just work.

He pumped a mighty bolt of blue-white lightning at the bottom of the debilitated building. From his periphery, he noticed a large channel of flame heading towards the same building; clearly someone else had shared his strategy. There was no time to quibble over what shot would sound the death knell for the old church; if the behemoth did topple, she’d lash out at whomever was closest to her. Storm Veritas was intent to ensure that he wasn’t that option.

Almost instantaneously, he turned attention to his feet, using the heavy metal weapon and newfound footing as sources of energy focus. A massive magnetic pulse was thrust forth to the ground, repelling the axe he gripped with near seismic force. He held on for dear life as he was propelled nearly forty feet in the air, tumbling backwards feet over head as he sailed and searched for a spot to land.

He should have planned where he could target landing more strategically, but at least his mighty electric explosion should cripple the edifice his horrific opponent had perched upon.

[Ioder]

This was not the first time Ioder was sent plummeting downward mid attack and it would certainly not be the last. Actually he had become more of an artisian of the craft making sure to tuck his wings in tight. It appeared his attack never even made contact with the scales of the beast, she was a cunning bitch after all. He had only a second to twist his arms wrapping his nebula around himself like a cacoon.

He spiraled downward like a drill barreling towards a warehouse across the marketplace from the cathedral. With a loud crash Ioder was sent flying through the scroched wall of the warehouse. He flew through stacks and stacks of wooden crates before cratoring against the opposite wall. The stone of the wall started to crumble and fall as he hung suspended in place.

His shield was mighty and with it's maluable nature he could shape it to any form. Yet it did have it's drawbacks, requiring cumbersome amounts of concentration and stamina. And with the shock wave from Moonwing's icy attack these two things are fleeting him. He would have to end this soon less this be the end of him.

He chose to be still, though it's wasn't a hard choice to make. His shoulder felt numb, guess everything was taking it's toll. He didn't feel it when it happened but it was damaged despite his defences. This simple fact enraged him. Inside he began to fester in anger as his eyes began to glow. They began to radiation with a white-gold light the color of his mist like energy.

"Insipid poisen that plagues this land, though you grant me the power I seek you may not be allowed to run wild. I shall be the conduit through which you seek and fulfill your vengeance." He yelled allowed as he jerked himself off the wall and onto his feet. His shirt had fallen from him tattered and destroyed by his crach landing. Alessia lay on the floor fust feet from the Seraphim, who spared no time retrieving it. "But today you die." He said as he pointed his free hand at the opening he landed through and sending forth a swift wave of nebula from his palm.

His mist like cosmic energy flew in jaged motion towards the beasts' maw. Aimed to constrict her jaw with a crushing force for a time allowing all the other's attacks to have a stronger chance of hitting. I dare not allow this to continue less mine own life be in jeopardy. he thought to himself as his nebula fallowed his eyes like a lazor tracker missile.