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| _Andrew_
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Subject: Prt 1 The End of a Long Battle | |||||
| The End of a Long Battle Rowan slammed into Zaccius and sent him flying off into the distance before flying after him. He didn’t want his father to further damage his pride by interfering a second longer. The fact his father was a woman now made it worse… he didn’t want HER to fight his battles for him. Azra’il gave the fourth figure another glance before racing off after the fallen angel and the half demon half angel. Rowan pulled up after a while and watched as Zaccius careened on down to the ground and slammed into it, leaving a crater in the ground. As the dust cloud lifted Zaccius climbed up, placed one foot on the edge and bent down slightly as his wings unfolded behind him. Then Zaccius leapt high into the air and faced Rowan once more. Rowan twirled one of his swords in a circle at his side and then moved to attack Zaccius, only to stop in his tracks as a Spear sprouted from his midsection. Rowan looked down at it and gripped the spear shaft protruding from his front, dropping his swords which vanished. Azra’il jammed it further into Rowan, but Rowan only smiled. Zaccius stood in shock. “Surprised?” Rowan said with a hint of laughter and malevolency to his voice. Azra’il said nothing. “You missed.” Rowan said and then he gripped the spear shaft harder and then did a front flip and threw Azra’il, whose grip had been weakened, off the shaft and at Zaccius. Zaccius didn’t have time to react as the angel slammed into him and sent him back to the ground. Rowan pulled the spear shaft all the way through his body and held it in his hand, not a hint of blood was on it. All that was left behind was a hole in his shirt that exposed a portion of the huge gaping slit in his midsection. Rowan twirled the shaft and then sent it flying after the angel and the fallen, running then both through with its shaft. Rowan’s swords reappeared in his hands and then he flew after them. Azra’il yanked his spear shaft out of the two of them and then whipped around to block Zaccius’s sword strokes and then he whipped around to kick Rowan in the chest and send him flying back again. Rowan hit the ground on his feet and slid back before running back towards them. Rowan thrust a sword at Azra’il, but the angel jumped into the air and the sword met the edge of Zaccius’s blade. Azra’il flew high into the sky and then spread his wings far, eclipsing the sun and he the spread his arms, and said something in an ancient language. His eyes turned Gold and began to glow. He took his spear shaft in both hands over his head and then chanted something before dropping the spear in front of him. It enveloped in a golden light as it floated in the air, streams of light flowing from Azra’il’s fingers and to the spear. He closed his eyes and then spread his arms wide before closing his hands into fists and slamming them together in front of his face, his eyes snapping open at the same time. The spear shaft spun and then dropped down at high speeds towards Rowan who was flying up to meet him, and Zaccius who was not far behind. Before they could even blink the spear shaft impaled itself to mid-shaft in Rowan’s chest and sent him flying back towards the ground, slamming into Zaccius and then both of them slamming into the ground, forming a massive crater. Rowan was dead before he hit the ground. The spear shaft still glowed in holy light and more light began to gather, it collected into an orb and then there was a huge explosion that shook the earth and lit the sky in holy light before leaving everything in what appeared like darkness in comparison to the light that had burst forth. Azra’il dropped down to the ground, incredibly weakened by the attack. He stumbled down the sides of the crater; his wings limp as he made his way to his fallen enemies. Azra’il took his spear shaft in hand and placed a foot on Rowan’s mid-section and yanked, pulling a bloody spear from Rowan’s chest. The spear was covered in his blood from spear tip to mid-shaft. Azra’il cast one last look at the two. “You fought well and hard, it was an honor to fight such strong men as you in this terrible war.” The angel, having won this battle, then turned and walked away before jumping back into the air and flying off. It was some time later before something stirred in the crater, it was Zaccius. Zaccius opened his eyes and then rolled Rowan’s body off of him before standing up. Blood welled from a gash that reopened in his side from the spear shaft, but it wasn’t a deadly wound. Zaccius looked at Rowan and shook his head before walking away, remembering what Rowan had said during the three’s long battle “Kill me if you want to, I have nothing left to live for.” “Pitiful.” Zaccius sneered “Such talent in combat wasted… now… I wonder where my dear brother Zandroch has gone. I can’t wait to see him again. We never resolved our… issue... now did we, sweet brother of mine?” Zaccius smiled and then chuckled malevolently. He then turned and climbed up the crater walls and back to the surface before walking off towards the forest in the distance, dragging his twin swords behind him and leaving a trail of blood. |
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