Jandra jolts wide eyed at Cameron's proper outburst while Gale simply stands still in silent agreement with the Blood Angel's words. But his silent nodding is quickly interrupted when he hears of Tamrissa's cursing, and raises a quirked eyebrow to it. "What's her problem?", he says under his breath, looking at tamrissa in a suspicious glare.

Jandra looks back at Gale and then back at Tamrissa, choosing to say nothing for now. Gale steps forward and speaks out, being careful of not saying too much. "Perhaps we should get moving shall we?", in a cautious tone, he addresses Cameron and Tamrissa, gesturing for his younger sister to follow, followed by a gesture towards Rhiyou. "Best not to be throwing punches at friends.", he adds as he walks towards Cameron, followed by Jandra, patting him on the shoulder.

Jandra takes a quick, cold glare in Tamrissa's direction, then reverts her attention back to what is in front of her and moves on.


~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile on Everworld~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grin stands still as he listens to Kitchens. And suddenly, the other Draconian leaps onto his back beginning to wale out on him. Yet Grin remains still, regardless and looks up at the draconian from over his shoulder. "If your master depends on you ambushing me, i feel sorry for you." he says as he fades to a transparent form and rushes through the Draconian. "I knew a man that was of Draconian blood.... A great man... And compared to him, you are nothing more than cannon fodder...", his voice grows a grim deep and raises his sword until it reflects the light from the ever pulsating clouds.

And with a stroke of swift force, the sword whistles through the air until it meets the Draconian, severing it in half. As the body of the Draconian drops to the ground, Grin sends a stern glare in Kithernas' direction as the legions remain still, awaiting orders. "Yeah... you really are a small fry. Why don't you go hide like the pussy you are and come back when you actually know how to fight?"

He then takes an angry look towards the battlefield as the Nocturne Kenshi are banished from Everworld and shakes his head with a chuckle. "I didn't know that there were Seraphim that were actually stupid enough to attempt that. But hey. Oh well..", then looking back at Kithernas he lets out a sigh and hefts the sword over his shoulder. "And quite frankly, I'm tired of you making a mockery of the art of war.", he says as he thrusts the sword into the ground, allowing it to resonate with an unearthly force. Soon a dark aura of black and red begin to illuminate around him in smoke-like swirls. With a thrust of his fist, he sends a shockwave throughout the battlefield, creating a large-scale krakatoa. And with an inhuman growl, a massive beast pulls itself from the ground, the darkness dripping off of its oddly sculpted body.

This new legion had gigantic, yet long, slender arms, complete with massive hands with elongated Talons. It's shoulders were armored with dome-like shoulder plates and it's long, angular neck protruded out with a pointy, single horned head. Having no lips, the creature appeared to be constantly smiling through it's fully fanged mouth. And having no eye-lids, the creature's oval, white eyes were exclusively a single color of bright white. It's pointed snout had two slants for nostrils. The Creature had no legs, rather it had a very long tail with a large, blazing blue flame, located at the end of it. It's torso was massive, riddled with rippling muscles and armor plates across each pectoral. On the back of the creature were unmoving bones that appeared to be dead wings . And near the waist area were two, large, sword-like bones that stretched like spikes.



"Ah... so good of you to join, Clay.", Grin said to his summoned legion as it hovered around the dark knight. The previous legions vanished in a blaze of blue flame and Clay took their place. Constant flows of after images followed Clay's every movement. But it was not because of his speed. The after images were because of his potent aura that not even time could keep track of. And thus, the aura extended itself in the legion's every movement.

Grin's left gauntlet was surrounded in a blackish red aura by Clay's presence and the Dark knight points in the direction of Kawen's now opportunistic troops. Clay lets out a nightmarish howl and vanishes, only to reappear in the heat of the battle, bashing and tossing troops around as it they were mere toys. With a loud "That's enough!", Clay stopped his attack and vanished once more, reappearing next to Grin. With another howl, the legion vanishes away in a burst of blue flames.

"Now then... You still want to get your ass owned? Or do you want to run and depend on your little boy toys?"


All the while, Gaiseric looks at Kawen, fighting Soul, not yet noticing Yue's rage. "Oh dear... You now desire to go against the will of the master, don't you, Kawen? I guess I won't stop you since it is not his will. But I warn you not to make declarations of wars you cannot win."

He could see Danyael's anger beginning to build up even more and it was all the Nephilim could do to hold it in. After all, he had no idea where Sera and Shenba were. Nor did he have any clue as to where Kawanua was taken. All his rage was focused on both Soul and Kawen. But he knew that Duriel would immediately intervene and crush him. But suddenly, he didn't care. He didn't care of the risks. He didn't care if he died or survived. All that was on his mind were the execution of the two swordsmen that were fighting each other.

"That's it.. I'm killing them now...", he says as his aura flares to life once more and in a burst of speed, the nephilim emperor rushes towards Soul and Kawen, burning up random pockets of the minions in his wake. But before he got within a meter's distance, a phantom palm thrust itself into Danyael's face, sending him higher into the air. Danyael regains his consensus ((ooc: is that the right word? I dun care. I like how it sounds.)) and looks around, instantly prepared to fight.

The clouds around him begin to swirl and dissipate, tearing away around a single figure in white and red cloths. The styled hair and long, thin pony tail. The tall and perfect frame. And the trademark kilometer-length wings. The figure was none other than the Gate lord of Oblivion, himself: Duriel.

And it appeared as if he was not going to let Danyael take revenge into his own hands.

"My apologies, young master. But in order to defeat Kawen, you must go through me. Consider this as a rite of passage", his wings sway in slow movements in the wind as he remains still, awaiting Danyael's reply. Danyael, fumed with anger, clenches his fists cracking each joint of bone in his hands. But the Gate Lord's voice was different somehow. Perhaps this was the first time Duriel had physically shown himself instead of his usual, astral approach. "I'm not going to hold back..." Danyael says as he cracks his neck on both sides.

Duriel smiles, showing one of his fangs through his lips and cracks his neck as well. "But I am.", the Gate Lord says, taunting Danyael to attack. But Danyael chose to stand still and not make the first move. Because he knew that whomever would make the first attack will always put whatever they have into it to turn the battle in their favor. It seemed as if hours passed, when it was only seconds as the Nephilim Emperor and the Gate Lord stood in the sky, staring at each other, eye to eye.

And within the blink of a second, the both rush at each other at exactly the same time, connecting their fists against one another, countering and blocking each other's attack in fast paced, blurred fists and kicks. But all the while, their eyes remained focused on one another, not losing concentration even within the heat of the duel. Duriel came down with an axe kick to Danyael's shoulder, forcing the Nephilim to falter and thrust back up at the Gate lord with a head butt into Duriel's chin. With a small break in the fight, the two duelists took in a deep breath each and returned to their high octane skirmish. Duriel sends a blurred flurry of ferocious kicks to Danyael's solar-plexus. But Danyael, in return sends an even stronger flurry of blurred punches into Duriel's face. Soon, in sudden bursts of speed, the Gate Lord and Nephilim would vanish and reappear in an almost violent redundancy in various locations of the battlefield, both above and below.

And with a last attack, both of them at the same time, throw a single, aura charged fist into each other. Both fists connecting to their cheek bones, sending them crashing into the ground below.

Silence reigned for but a few moments and they were back at it again. No battle roars. No cursing. No name calling. Just focused silence as the both of them continued their almost, eternal battle of strength and speed.

But this was Duriel's plan all along. He knew that Danyael, although highly powerful, would waste much of his power on Kawen. And although Kawen was no match for Duriel and his Gate Lords, Danyael was most certainly no match for Kawen. So what better way to divert the attention of someone's hatred towards another, equally hated being?

Gaiseric looked down just in time to see Yue performing her attack, followed by yet another attack by Soul. Shaking his head, he chose not to interfere and only be a spectator. "The only one that matters here is the young master. The other three are mere raw materials.", he scowls beneath his breath as he watches the actions of Yue, Soul and Grin. Snickering at them from his watching point above the sky.


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