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The arrival of the Aschen vessel might have gone unanswered had it not struck so indiscriminately at targets military and civilian alike. It was one thing to engage in a war, and another entirely to target innocents. That, Nathaniel would not tolerate without intervention. The sparks of life from hundreds of thousands of soldiers filled the enormous vessel, but they did not dissuade him from his purpose. He would die a thousand times over to defend his charge.
It was with a brilliant explosion of blinding light that he appeared, wings spread, in the middle of one of the barracks near the centre of the massive ship. A wave of radiant power washed over the area, burning at the very souls of any soldiers in that room regardless of their armour. A small rifle formed of pure light was brandished in one hand, whilst in the other blazed a similarly formed sword wreathed in celestial fire. The red-haired seraph swept his glowing gaze across the room, quickly assessing his situation.
A barracks? Seriously? Of all the luck...
Before the soldiers surrounding him could get a chance to recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, he raised the rifle and opened fire, spraying bullets formed of celestial energy given solid form towards the closest troops. Each had the power to punch through the plating of a warship, and delivered an explosive payload of divine fire. He was seemingly unimpeded by the anti-magic fields that filled the ship.
Not moments later, a second flash of light appeared in the room, accompanied by the smell of brimstone. A small cloud of smoke obscured the area around it, before swift as a shot, a red-skinned figure darted out. Razor-sharp claws scythed out towards a pair of aschen soldiers with enough force and sharpness to slice through tank armour, aimed to puncture through their backs and out of their chests.
Like Nathaniel, this second arrival was also winged - but her wings were batlike in shape. Her eyes were a bright and faintly glowing yellow, and her skin was rough and scaly, patterned with what appeared to be impossibly intricate tattoos.
No words passed between Valathae and Nathaniel. Though they seemed as polar opposites - demon and angel - they could resolve any personal conflict once they had dealt with the immediate battle they faced.
The arrival of the Aschen vessel might have gone unanswered had it not struck so indiscriminately at targets military and civilian alike. It was one thing to engage in a war, and another entirely to target innocents. That, Nathaniel would not tolerate without intervention. The sparks of life from hundreds of thousands of soldiers filled the enormous vessel, but they did not dissuade him from his purpose. He would die a thousand times over to defend his charge.
It was with a brilliant explosion of blinding light that he appeared, wings spread, in the middle of one of the barracks near the centre of the massive ship. A wave of radiant power washed over the area, burning at the very souls of any soldiers in that room regardless of their armour. A small rifle formed of pure light was brandished in one hand, whilst in the other blazed a similarly formed sword wreathed in celestial fire. The red-haired seraph swept his glowing gaze across the room, quickly assessing his situation.
A barracks? Seriously? Of all the luck...
Before the soldiers surrounding him could get a chance to recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, he raised the rifle and opened fire, spraying bullets formed of celestial energy given solid form towards the closest troops. Each had the power to punch through the plating of a warship, and delivered an explosive payload of divine fire. He was seemingly unimpeded by the anti-magic fields that filled the ship.
Not moments later, a second flash of light appeared in the room, accompanied by the smell of brimstone. A small cloud of smoke obscured the area around it, before swift as a shot, a red-skinned figure darted out. Razor-sharp claws scythed out towards a pair of aschen soldiers with enough force and sharpness to slice through tank armour, aimed to puncture through their backs and out of their chests.
Like Nathaniel, this second arrival was also winged - but her wings were batlike in shape. Her eyes were a bright and faintly glowing yellow, and her skin was rough and scaly, patterned with what appeared to be impossibly intricate tattoos.
No words passed between Valathae and Nathaniel. Though they seemed as polar opposites - demon and angel - they could resolve any personal conflict once they had dealt with the immediate battle they faced.