The blatant excretion of sounds that Alex had sent forth was evident enough. All that was missing was the smell. Ah, there it was. The nasty little garden gnome had the audacity to insult someone of Danyael's lineage. As comical as it was for the time being, the Nephilim found no humor in it. "And this is why no one likes you..." he says as he shakes his head "You need to calm down before you get pummled back into the dirt..."

"Oh....and you'll also have them to deal with, as well...." he says in his deep accent as a massive battalion of Nocturne Kenshi arise from nothingness, surrounding both the group of marines and the companions. Their specific number was not very evident, but they were many. Almost as large as the tyranid army that they had previously faced.

Their hands were near to their nightmarish weaponry, ready to tackle down any foe that may think themselves arrogant enough to be a match for such a vast number of troops alone.
But a careful eye went over to Soul, whom would more than likely think them unjust. Luckily no movements would be made unless they were provoked.


Kartzeh, already knowing of the situation, re-crosssed his arms and looked in Alex's direction. "Sir, i'll ask you not to anger him. He's not what we'd call a people person.." Noticing the Vast amounts of Nocturne Kenshi surrounding them, he shook his head in Danyael's direction. "Lord Xavier, let him be." but he was suddenly cut off by a deepened voice from Danyael's mouth "Back off..."

His aura, invisible to those around him, save for Kartzeh and Cameron, begins to resemble Duriel all too quickly. And as such an aura makes itself evident, so too does the personas of the immortal nocturne kenshi.

Soon, his presence begins to radiate along with the land around him, charging up an invisible aura that only those attuned with the elements can see. And with a Nephilim lord at the helm of the source, the power becomes highly warped and shifted in the most bizarre of methods as an aura invisibly materializes ready to cleave the little swordsman in half if provoked into attacking.

Kartzeh watched carefully, but spoke to Cameron all the while. "I don't think he, or his minions are going to attack unless provoked into doing so. More than likely, they are here for our won safety. This Alex Eldwar seems to be quite the impulsive kid..." His eyes remained still and his composure remained colletced. But if need bem he would summon forth his chaos legions to play as bouncers if need be. Danyael, however, awaited for the impulsive little man to make another foolish move.

Danyael always had a soft spot for mortals. But this one seemed to have a familiar attitude. An attitude that was of one of the most annoying, yet trustworthy individuals he had ever known. Kawanua? Couldn't be Kawanua. He was a Seraphim, not a human. So who was this fool whom thought himself Danyael's equal? "Silence!!" Danyael howls as his arm makes a swift, liquid strike, huttling forth a bolt of energy that whisks past Kaworu's head, crashing into a rock nearby, incinerating it on contact. "Do not mettle in business that is not yours, human!"

He would not allow anyone to take away his prey. Soul had to be punished for his betrayal. And another chance to do so may not be until the end of the mission. That was a day too long and a minute too annoying. The Nocturne Kenshi took their hand saway from their weapons, standing down. They were merely the bouncers. A wall to keep the fight in.

And anyone whom desired to interefer would not be given an ounce of leniency. Not even the commander of the strike team.