The now glued danyael creeks out a smirk as his sealed body remains still against the ground. "Missed me." his voice speaks from under him, as the blood-stained sand vibrates around him , taking the shape of a blurred dark spot along the ground. The dark spot rushes towards the breached wall, not bothering to engage any around it.
Finally, within sufficient range between the wall and itself, the dark blotch rises from the sand, revealing Danyael. With a deep smirk, the nephilim snaps its fingers and the glued figure that was assumed to be him, exploads in a wave of burning white light, incinerating any of the genestealers that dared to move close to the flames.
"Almost had me." he said, speaking softly to himself as he kneeled to the ground. "Come to me." he calls out slowly to Kanshisha, the dark warrior stopping what it was doing, hearing Danyael's call. "Yeah....sure..." Kanshisha says as he rushes past his enemies on a one way course towards Danyael.
The closer he comes to Danyael, the more merky his figure changes. And soon, Kanshisha is nothing more than a fast moving shadow, dashing through the ranks of genestealers toward Danyael. Danyael stands, his eyes closed awaiting Kanshisha's arrival.
The dark swordsman bounds into the air, fusing with the nephilim emperor. Danyael, his arm still missing, opens his eyes, breathing in and out in a relaxed fashion. "Much better." popping his neck on both sides, then turning his attention to the Tyranid warriors and carnifixes.
"I said i'm not done with you, yet!" shouting over the many roars of the genestealers, the nephilim shifts his weight all onto one leg as he leans backwards, twisting his waist to one side. Tensing his upper torso, the area where he arm was sliced off begins to emit a cold mist around it. A phantom limb portrudes itself, manifesting itself out of the elements of wind and sand.
He does not yet notice Sera's wounds. Fortunately enough, he did not notice gulver either. As he fixed his gaze on the tyranid warriors now in preparation in entering the breached wall, he knelt to the ground, performing several religious hand gestures in a swift, liquid motion. After the ritual was completed, Danyael clasps his hands together, as an eerie blue light fades in and out of sight around him. Only seconds later, the eerie blue light became a whirling dome of water and wind as it violently spun around the nephilims kneeling form. With a flare of white light from Danyaels eyes, the dome begins to increase in speed as well as size.
The larger it grew, the faster it went. And the Faster it went, the more cold its temperatures became. And within only a mere amount of seconds, the whirling dome of water and wind became a dome of spinning shards of ice. The spinning blur of white spikes continued to grow violently both in size and speed on a collision course with the Tyranid Warriors.
But he had to be careful not to emit too much power all at once, as now he was now much much closer to Souls burning barrier of magic. The slightest mistake could result in a backfire.
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"Destined to rule the worlds....Born to destroy them..." -- Apocrypha of Valince
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