Al was peaceful inside the Sanctuary, the people doing their everyday business. The humans setting up their stalls and preparing their products. The angels moving about, doing as angels do. The nymphs roaming through the gardens and parks, not a care in the world.

The peace soon feel apart however; for a large explosion and a series of screams came from the direction of the Cathedral. The peace had ended, and chaos soon took its place. Inside the church, flames enveloped the walls, coals burning bright. Devouts ran out of the chapel, not caring to look back.

A bright light, far stronger then the surrounding flames, glowed inside the Cathedral. The light was a creature of flames. The entire body was engulfed in flames, the only thing that gave the figure any humanoid features was the coals that formed the body, giving it a feminine appearance, its head adorned with two massive horns that curved slightly.

The figure smiled slightly, before laughing maniacally at her handiwork. She than walked over to the entrance, which had been blown open, and opened her mouth. "Who among you would challenge me? If their is no one, I will continue to destroy!", the demon's words echoed throughout the city, rippleling into every house and through the ears of those who were fleeing to safety. Unless someone confronted her, many would surly die.....

Arthur was in the city of angels visiting a friend when he heard these huge explosions coming from the Grand Cathedral. He looked out from where he was and saw the turmoil and the great flames from the place. All the people were tryign to get to safety and the angels oh the angels they al lscrambled to get armed for the attack. Arthur knew they would fight and die because he could senese the power from thsi being. It wouold almost be to much for them to handle and many would die beofre the thing was destroyed.

Arthru sighed and said," Its never easy, but at least I may have a little fun today". He knew he was strogn enough to face this creature. WHatever it was, was no match for him. He was a half-dragon and one of the most powerful ones that have ever lived. Plus he held Excalibur evils bane. Arthur armed himself in the mighty armor of teh ANcient Kign Arthur. THe visage was fearsome and it made him look liek some demon spit from chaos. THat was one of the main services of the armor to strike fear as well as portect its user. He put on the helmet and his blue eyes glowed red from the helms power. Finally he belted Excalibru to his side and readied his shield for the coming battle with whatever this thign was.

HE then ran and he ran hard top the cathedral. He saw the creature, it was a Balrog spawn shadowspawn if there ever was one. HE smiled to himself and said," This will be fun". He knew it was a woman but thsi was a batlle for his life as wel las others so he threw away all his prescripts and honor and he would fight and defeat thsi demon. He heard her speak and he summoned up hsi power over the wind and spoke loud and proud the wind making his vocie more fearsome aloing with his armor he looked like a demon god pit from hell. He said," I will challenge you Ballrog and pray for mercy, for I am Arthru Paendrag Tanreall Warrior fo Truth and you will fall to Excalibur and me this day". HE approached and unsheathed Excalibur and prepared his shield and said," Now let us dance with death".

Beiniâ was moved back a little by the wind, her flames lowering slightly, but ignored the dragon thing's words. She instead focused her inner flame outwards, before opening her mouth to speak. "Flames of hell, GUIDE ME!" the fire spawn bellowed, flames spewing towards the ceiling. After the flames lowered, a large amount of flames surrounded Beiniâ, at least twice as much as before.

The balrog looked towards the armor clad man before smirking, her right hand raising from her side. "BURN!" She screamed as a ball of flames formed in her hand. Beiniâ swung that arm in a circle above her head, and in response a long tendril of flames formed from the ball. The balrog promptly lashed it forward, attempting to catch his left foot and topple him.

*cloak of flames, then fire lash*

Arthur only smiled as the attack began. He lost himself to the void pouring all emotion into the flame becoming one with everything. He jumped above the fire lash dodging it as he would dodge the til of the dragons he had fought in his past. This thing whatever it was, was no dragon it was smaller less powerfull but still it would be a dragon. Arthur eyed the balrog thing observing it carefully looking for any flaw or weakness he could exploit. It probably would know he was half-dragon even if he was in human form. It did not matter he would face it as he was and the pull out all his power.

This thing was no mathc for him that he knew it had already somewhat show him what it could do and that was not much and Arthur smiled at the thing lettign go of the void. He then said," Now tell is that the best you can do Balrog spawn, I have had worse burns from a dragon". He needed to anger it so it would male a mistake and in that he could defeat it. Anger often clouded peoples minds even beings such as this would be clouded with anger. He began to cir le the creature sword in pinted down above his shield. He was waiting to attack to see any flaw in the cloak of flames surrounding her. He then had any idea he summoned the power of the winds gain and sent it an all its fury toward the creature. HE said," Even fire blows out to the wind". He sent it and he beat it against the claok of flames knwoing it would not survive long. HE then went in and jumped high driving his sword toward the Balrogs neck hoping to end thsi quickly.

Beiniâ scowled at her failed attack, but ignored the half breeds attempt to anger her. She instead pulled back her lash and spun it above her before whipping it towards the man's sword arm, attempting to wound his main form of attack.

Winds blew through the chapel, and straight at the balrog. But this was having the opposite effect, however; for the flames on her person were so large that the winds literally fueled them further. In response, the flames grew out to the point the physical combat would be near impossible.

"The light went dim in the street of hate
Another night falls
It's your fate
Stage is set, come see the show
Nail them up
and let the blood flow"

(your move :xmashappy: )

Arthur let the lash hit him. It hurt and it hurt bad but he let the pain strengthen his resolve. He tumplled to the ground and popped himself right back up and looked at his sword arm. The armor around him had absrobed most of the blow so he could still use his arm. He thanked the light for that and he smiled a deadly smile. His winds were fueling the fire and so he decided to let the winds die down and he said to himself," New mode of attack Arthur winds wont work on fire".

He was behind the creature and he had an idea he called on his magic once more and he said," Summon Warrior". Suddenly a double of himself appeared on the scene and both Arthurs smiled. They both said," Lets see how you deal with two of me". They both came in swords going in for back attack they both jumped up and drove both theirs swords straight for each side of the neck. He smiled and said in the air," Game set match".

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During the initial panic Yang had run just like everyone else. Hey, it's not every day you see the very heart of the Sanctuary of the Angels erupt in flame. Panic, confusion and fear were the order of the day and Yang had been quick to make sure he was nowhere near it. He was a monk for Lothy’ sake. He fought with his bare hands and feet, healed people when they needed it and just went about his usual business. So when a being of fire and shadow erupts from the ground, it was fair enough – he felt – to just run as far and as fast as his legs would carry him.

But when he saw a madman running toward the eruption, Yang felt it was his duty to make sure the intrepid warrior cam to no harm. So, after Yang managed to master his fear, he found himself running in the same direction as the warrior. But when the said warrior was injured and decided to split in two, Yang was a little confused. Which one to heal? He wondered.

He gathered his chi, and sprinted toward the being of fire. Four foot short of it he launched himself into the air, right leg extended, aiming for the creatures’ chest just as the two warriors appeared on either side. Cool he thought.