As danyael creeks his eyes, he can barely see Soul moving towards him. Why the hell was this hypocrite coming to his rescue?! God, anyone but him! But due to the situation at hand, Danyael was not at liberty to choose his rescuers. He was not perfect, after all. Not yet, atleast.
"Not you....", he mubled in a whisper, not even loud enough for the keenest ears.
But suddenly, he noticed the way the tyranids moved, and thus, a plan was pondered upon. Cleaving them in two would be the best choice, but he still had the unconcious Rhiyou to worry about. So instead of protecting the both of them, he allowed the barrier to shrink.
but instead of fading away completely, the barrier wrapped itself around Rhiyou's body alone. And with a thrust of ethereal strength, he lunged the ancient towards Soul, whom would possibly be able to intercept. "Take him and get out of my sight!!" he howled out to Soul, then turning his attention back to the tyranid legions.
"..i see..alright then..." sparking a grin from dry lips. "We'll go old school..." drawing the yamato from its concealed scabbard. All time seemed to slow down around him and he rushed toward his opponents with relentless agility. Stopping just inches before them, he held the blackened blade infront of his face and murmured a small incantation. The elongated sword begins to vibrate rapidly and a vehement bellow vociferates from the core of the blade.
Suddenly, the sword's blade separates into shards of black jagged edged shards, all connected by a rope of scaled chains. The twenty foot bladed whip moved at breakneck speed, weaving in and out of the ground, thrusting and spearing through each of the surrounding enemies in Danyael's vicinity in the attempt to rend and tear them into chunks of flesh and bone.
((ooc: think Ivy's sword from Soul Caliber, or the evil guy's sword from Le pact de Loup <<Brotherhood of the Wolf>> ))
Not too far from Danyael's position, on a rock nearby, invisible to the battle, a shady figure stood in silent surveillance of the battle. By his appearance, the figure resembled Kanshisha's mirror image.
"This is depressing..." he said as he leaped from the rock into the heated battle. Much to his chagrin, he couldn't find Tam or Kawanua. That is until he saw Fei whip up the fallen angel and compassionately take him to safety.
"Wow...not an asshole, after all, eh?" But then he noticed all the power being distrubuted from the warriors. It was amazing to him how much they had all improved in their gifts. And even more amazing at how they all still exerted complete control over their attacks, save Danyael and his rain of light. "i guess i'm going oldschool, too.." vanishing and reappearing by the companions that were in the city, rather than in the middle of the battle outside of the gates.
He walks past Sera, whom he pays no mind to. Then past Tamrissa whom he winks at with crimson red eyes beneath a hood saturated in shadows. "...women are trouble..." he says in a playful complaint, walking up to a structure with bent pipes and girders. First, he looks at the pipes, and then at the girders. "What to do, what to do? Pipe or beam? Eeny meany miney mo. Catch a-- oh fuck it..." walking up to one of the more straightened led poles, he kicks it out, letting it twirl in the air above him. Taking a look through the darkness of his hood, he picks a spot outside of the gates. "That'll do just fine."
With his target now in sight, he allows the pipe to fall, catching and twirling it singlehandedly. He pops his neck and lets out a loud, resounding yawn and walks toward the gate entrance. It was evident he was moving towards Danyael, but on his way towards the nephilim emperor, he stylishly swung the pipe from side to side, while calmly walkign forward. Those grunt tyranids that would surely try to get in his way would be battered back by the sheer force of the pipe.
"No need for swords and psychokinesis. Just do it the old fashioned way and batter 'em back with a nice, sexy led pipe." he speaks to himself, not caring if anyon heard him or not.
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