(OOC: All I want is to try out my new weapon in combat; so if anyone wants to fight me here, that would be great.)

The angel walked across the broken ground. The pass was considered by all to be a cursed land. Only fools who had grown too attached to their homes still lived here, and their numbers were beginning to dwindle. Many died from the constant earthquakes in the valley, but the angel had no problem with them. If the ground began to shake he would simply take flight.

Unfortunately for some of the few who still refused to move from the valley, the angel came across their house while hungry. If he had not been hungry he probably would have passed them by, but instead he decided to pay them a visit. He did not know why he had a desire to kill, but kill the poor fools he did. “Please,” the owner of the house begged as the winged warrior held his butterfly halberd to his throat, “please take what you want, but spare me and my family.”

“Ha,” the angel Vrobleski laughed, “why should I spare you when it is so much more enjoyable for me to just take it by force?” In the next second the head of he weapon swung through the man’s neck sending his head flying across the room. The body crumbled to the floor in front of Vrobleski as he let out a maniac laugh.

The man’s wife quickly stepped forward to protect her children, but Vrobleski was merciless. Shwunk! He swung the head of his polearm right through her chest. She let out a loud cry of pain as Vrobleski lifted her into the air. She fell to the grown dead like her husband.

The boy and girl trembled in fear as the cruel creature turned to them. “Life is all about pain,” he told them, “there is no getting around it. I am merely relieving you of extended pain. Do not hate me for this.” In the next moment he ran he axe through the young boy as he screamed in horror. His death was almost instant as he fell of the edge of blade. Vrobleski then swung the blade through the heart of the young girl. “I am merely relieving you of your pain,” he repeated as she too fell dead.”

Ploay walked though the ash covered lands in her angel form. Lately she has been getting used to her angelic form more then the human form she was stuck with until she could finally control the angel inside her. Most of the time Ploay would walk looking in front of her; but today she was looking down at the scorned ground from the torture the volcano brought. No sadness showed on her soft, uncaring face, only an emotionless stare could be seen on the outside of the archangel. Ploay could feel pain, happiness, anger, sadness but she hardly expressed these things for fear of letting her emotions bring her own downfall. But something made her rise her head up and realize why she came to this near deathly lands...the people. There were people who needed to get out of here, rumors of a big earthquake spread like a plague.

Raising her head up she saw a few homes, they were old and barly standing, but something about made her believe people still lived inside. Maybe I’m not too late, Ploay thought to herself as she came across one house. But she stopped, why am I here? Ploay thought to herself as she looked at the house. Since when did she care about lives of humans? It didn’t matter, Ploay couldn’t stay from her angelic blood into saving as many people as she could. It was unlike her to give a care to people, but since she was already here, it never hurt to warn people anyway. As she reached for the doorknob she heard screams. Quickly she opened the door and saw an angel killing a family, her eyes widen as she saw the little boy die, helplessly. “Why did you do that for you big brute?!” Ploay yelled out to the big angel. Normally she didn’t get in the way of evil beings killing, but killing a dying place was unbelievable.

((ooc: I wasn’t sure if you were in the house or not, if not I’ll change the post))

“Life is a curse. Time is its master, and time brings illness, tragedy, and death. Death is the only way to escape the pain. It is too late for me, so I have made it my mission to relieve others of the pain will surely experience later in life,” Vrobleski said in response to the new angel that now stood in the doorway, “Surely an immortal like you would understand this, Ploay.”

He was not sure if she would recognize him, but he knew her. She had recently joined the Armies of the Abyss just like him. They were on the same side. They were two angels standing on the side of Death. He didn’t care about any of that though. If she got in his way he would kill her just as easily as he had slain they family.

He turned around to wipe his halberd’s blade against the tablecloth. After he was done he picked up an apple off the table and took a big bite out of it as he smiled at the angel named Ploay. “Are you going to stand in my way?” he asked as he let the delicious flavor of the apple fill up his senses.

The archangel named Ploay clenched her fist in rage as she started at the angel who seemed to be casually eating. He had no right to kill people who were soon to die, who are we to take the task of the reaper? Weren’t the torture of a dying village enough for him? What lust for death did he have? Ploay understood that death took people out of their misery, but he had no right to be the one to decide their fate. It wasn’t like they were slowly dying from a plague that gave them boils.

The angel looked familiar, but she couldn’t place the name with the face. He knew her name well which was a rather surprising. Then it hit her, they were both members of the Armies of the Abyss, why did it take her so long to realize it? But that didn’t matter, she was nothing like the other killers who followed Death. And this angel was going to pay for what he did to this innocent family. If there was one thing Ploay hated the most, it was the destruction of innocent weaklings.

Ploay rose a hand in front of the angel ready to attack. “Are you going to stand in my way?” He man said with a smile. How could he smile after doing that? Then she remember another man who would grin at the sight of death, and she called him her...mate, or friend. Dizahab, She thought to herself lowering her arm down. If she was to kill the angel for killing, then she would have to kill everyone else who killed, and eventually kill her...friend. Why can’t I kill him? Ploay thought to herself as her eyes became soft. Her head lowed then shot back up and sent a gust of wind powerful enough to blow the big angel off his feet at him. Ploay never saw the drow kill, so she had no reason but she saw how this brute killed the boy and his family, he was going to pay dearly. “I will not let you leave until I drag your dead body out of here!” She yelled at him, almost in a scream of shock that she would let out such a huge emotion out like that.

“I will not let you leave until I drag your dead body out of here,” Vrobleski repeated with a hearty laugh. “The thought of such a tiny angel trying to kill me is laughable,” he said to her as he let his wings stretch across the room to show off his impressive body. Vrobleski did not believe in the pen being mightier than the sword. He viewed combat as the biggest and toughest creature reigning over the smaller being. This is probably why he found Ploay to be so funny. In his opinion she could never stand a chance against someone as mighty as himself.

“Very well,” he said raising his butterfly halberd, “if you are determined to stop me then I will give you a chance.” Pride blinds many fools. Vrobleski was no exception. He would never back down from a fight. That would mean admitting he could be beaten, one thing that he had convinced himself was untrue.

He shifted back folding his wings in so that they would not get in his way. “Prepare yourself traitor; for that is what you are if you try to stop me from doing Death’s bidding.” When he finished his useless speech he kicked forward at the angel swinging his halberd through the air toward her pretty neck.

The archangel calmed herself into the emotionless state again, she didn’t want her emotions to get t he best of her. If she really wanted to defeat this traitor angel, then she could have to concentrated on his every move; for stepping in this fight would mean dying or killing. There would be no back downs, and no draws. Ploay believed that it wasn’t the size that matter in a fight but the spirit, speed, strength, skill and most importantly, wits. And since this angel was a big brut, he was lucky to even have one of those five important factors.

“Prepare yourself traitor; for that is what you are if you try to stop me from doing Death’s bidding.” The bigger angel said. Taking a slow breath she said, “I’m not part of Death, I’m not part of Life. If you mess with me now, I swear I’ll fight.” She was surprised that what she just said could pass for a rhyme, but she pushed all those thoughts away when the angel kicked at her. Ploay didn’t want to have anything else to do with death, she didn’t pick a side, for she never wanted to have to be bound by laws or killing, or laws of saving. The archangel did what she wanted to do, within boundary of what the Goddess of Nature would allow of course.

Ploay eyes glowed silver as she jumped up to dodge his kick, then grabbing the halberd. Ploay let her legs swing around over the halberd together, and then she pushed off on it, twisting her body around into a whirlwind kick right in the other angel’s face. If this worked, Ploay would be a lucky archangel.

Ploay’s kick nailed Vrobleski in the jaw leaving a red mark across his face, but he merely shook it off. He had already been careless; he would not allow any more mistakes. He would wipe this angel off the face of the earth.

Ploay was fast, something that pained him to admit. He would have to resort to trickery to try to beat her, or he would have to find someway to take this fight outside. In the tiny confinements of the family’s house his size was more of a problem than an asset. He was not able to move as freely as the smaller angel.

He jumped back away from the angel in order to try out a new trick that he was learning from War the leader of the Chaos Legion and one of the four riders who lead the Apocalypse Alliance. He drew in all of his thoughts in a deep meditation focusing them on casting the other angel into a berserk state of mind. It was a dirty trick, but seeing as Vrobleski didn’t want to turn his back on her long enough to escape through the door he was willing to try it.

The archangels eyes glowed bright silver out of blind rage as she made a very dark like growl. She couldn’t never tap into her own thoughts, all she wanted to do was to kill, and to destroy. Her eyes were set on the fallen angel. Clenching her fists, the archangel dashed head first at the angel. With a loud scream the insane angel was loose from all morals and head strait for the other angel’s neck. Ploay gave out a punch that if connected right would break the angel’s neck. All thoughts were lost as her mind blacked out and her body seemed to only have one thing in mind: to kill. And kill she would do until this being died. This rage was so unlike her that it made her whole body shake. A taste for death, an undying anger burned into her soul.

As she made the fist punch, she punched again with the other fist. Ploay continued to punch, never stopping. She couldn’t stop, she would punch this creature over and over, no matter how many times it would fight back or block. Ploay would just keep on attacking until her rage stopped.

Vrobleski smiled as a blaze of fury engulfed his opponent. His mentors would be proud of his success here. He had done well in casting berserk over his Ploay. The battle was not over yet, however. Although Ploay attacks became easier to dodge, they were much more powerful. They were even more powerful than Vrobleski.

Leon dodged attack after attack as Ploay jumped attack him with one thought on her mind, Kill! It was all anyone under the curse could think. Vrobleski remembered back to when he was forced to fight his comrade Derian who had used the very move on him. Vrobleski knew first had what Ploay was going through, something that gave him a leg up on his opponent.

Ploay had forgot her weapons as she tried to attack with her bare fist. Observing this Vrobleski stretched out one of the two tips of his halberd wanting to see how she would block without a weapon. He ducked as he did so to avoid any loose punches from the insane angel.

The archangel couldn’t stop punching at her target, her eyes were glowing with fury. Ploay was never seen so angry, her thirst for blood grew. Why...can’t I stop? Ploay forced herself to think, the berserk was started to ware off. And tears began to form as a voice blew in her ear, “Ploay snap out of it!” It was the wind calling to her.

Ploay’s eyes stopped glowing then frond an unbearable pain go though her belly. Her eye widen as she cried out in pain. The fallen angel’s halberd went though her. Ploay grabbed the weapon with both hands in an attempt to pull the weapon out. Yet she couldn’t. “I knew emotions would hurt me in the end,”Ploay said with a smirk, almost talking to herself. With a cough driblets of blood spilled on the halberd. “Why...Why are we fighting? Do we not share the same blood in our veins?” Once again Ploay spoke out loud, but her voice seemed to drift, almost as if she was talking to herself. Just why was she fighting an angelic brother?

Leon smiled as the long blade of his beloved butterfly halberd shot through the angel’s fragile body. Blood ran down the handle of the axe like weapon meeting up with Vrobleski’s fist. There was a time when the old angel would have felt pity for his victim, but those times were long past. The evils inflicted against him made his heart turn cold.

Vrobleski released the pole bring his hand to his in order to smell the sweet scent of death. He rolled his eyes up as the smell washed over him. “Guide me my master. Every drop of this is for you,” he called out while holding his hand to the heavens.

The moans of his prey snapped him out of his trance just in time to see his spell lift from the angel. “I knew emotions would hurt me in the end,” she said showing she still had humor at a time like this. Blood fell from her lips as she called out for mercy, “Why...Why are we fighting? Do we not share the same blood in our veins?”

“If I recall correctly, I gave you the choice to leave alive, and you turned me down. Besides, do you not fight and kill demons? Does our blood not come from the same line as theirs? Tell me why should I spare you,” he said as pulled his monstrous two-handed sword from it hilt. He raised it to eye level admiring its shimmering blade while awaiting the angel’s response.

More blood dripped to the floor, Ploay’s grip on the halberd tightened as her body shock. The archangel wasn’t about to die because some evil angel decided to kill a few weaklings, this wasn’t the wasn’t she was to die, how could it be? She wasn’t wanted a quick death by was worthy foe, not this song and dance trying to pass for a fight. There had to be someway to get out of this, but how? Talking to this mad angel wouldn’t work, but maybe it could by her some time. "I don’t kill demons.” Ploay simple said, she never judged anything because of race, but actions. She always believed in a balance in life, that if things leaned too much on good, there would be evil, and if things leaned on evil too much, then there would surely be too much evil. Without sin, how could anyone know what was good or bad without some sort of experience?

The archangel eyed the evil angel’s sword, he was going to kill her if she didn’t do something quick. “I tried to stop you, it isn't right for you to do this, I can’t let you get away with murdering innocent lives, but it isn’t my place to kill you.” Ploay looked at him with emotionless eyes, “Even though you deserve death,” Ploay coughed again, but this time there was less blood that came out. “I’m not pleading to you for my life, but yours. If you kill me, your no better then the dirt animals dung on!” Taking a deep breath the archangel blew with as much wind as possible, at the other angel in an attempt to blow him away, out of the house, and get the halberd out of her own stomach. She needed time to recover, a lot of time...

Vrobleski watched the pathetic fool as she struggled with the halberd lodged in her belly. His grip upon the massive sword hardened as he watched the pathetic being cough out her dying words. Her words were filled with the meaningless teachings he had grown up hearing his entire life. They were about as welcome to him as a flea on a dog. He had had enough of this blabbering mortal.

He raised his sword over his head ready to destroy the angel. “Thus is the way of life,” he told himself. A cold smile spread across his determined face. This was the moment he lived for. The feeling of a spirit leaving the world and traveling into the next, it was the only thing that could make him feel better after the trouble he had gone through.

The other angel did not seem to have resigned herself to the grave, however. With a deep breath she summoned a wind that caught Vrobleski by the wings that were his pride and joy and sent him tumbling backwards.

He felt a large crunch as his wings crashed against the doorway as he was thrown from the house. He could feel a throbbing pain beneath his feathers that were now stained with blood. With a loud roar he extended them to make sure they were unbroken.

Vrobleski looked back through the broken doorway with rage. “She will pay for that,” he said in a raspy voice. He raised his hand to the skies and let a great bellow burst from his belly. “I know they are near,” he thought to himself as he looked around for someone.

“Good,” he said as two monstrous beasts, one a large demon and the other a great lupine. They were his minions and nothing more than tools. “Cover the backside of the house,” he screamed at them. He would not allow her to escape alive.

With one last look at the house he cursed it in an ancient tongue sending a barrage of fire to fall from the skies crashing into the house, which burst into flames. “Now we watch he die,” he said proudly as he picked his sword up from the ground.

((OOC: Whatever happens please don’t take off with my butterfly halberd or destroy it.))

Chill raced to Ploay’s open wound, it looked worse then how bad it was, luckily the blade of his halberd didn’t go all the way through. Ploay stumbled backwards, out of the open doorway she had came though. Her ears perched when she heard a loud, and powerful bellow, surely coming from the fallen angel. Tightly, she grit her teeth, looking for a place to rest her weak soul for awhile. The only reason the evil angel could harm her so badly, is because he did a cheep shot, driving her insane like that. The memories of the whole thing seemed a blur, it was better not to even think of what she did. Being so angry like that, that wasn’t who she was, maybe this beast of an angel could use some sort of mind control. Whatever he did, he was going to pay, Ploay was not going to run, she was going to finish this until only one angel stood. For she felt that the fallen ones were betrayers, demons she could forgive, but it was very hard to forgive an evil angel.

The archangel huffed air into her lungs as she stumbled to a burnt tree a few yards from the house. Facing the house she studied it, now was the perfect time to regain her energy. Closing her eyes she tried to remember what spells she knew that could help her, but soon the silence ended when a sound aroused her eyes to pop open. Her eyes shimmered as she looked back and fort between the two creatures. One was a demon, and the other was a wolf like creature, both would mean big trouble for the archangel. What a coward, Ploay thought to herself with great remorse. If he was going to fight, at least fight admirable, but then again he was a fallen one, did he have any honor?

Most likely not, and sometimes you have to fight dirty just to save you own hind. Grasping onto her air sword, she started to whisper something in her native tongue. Soon swirls of wind started to form, and catch the creatures attention, then an air elemental stood in front of the archangel. “kill them!” Ploay yelled over the winds. Now she could think of something, there, she thought as her hands glowed white and her lips moved. The greater heal worked and soon her wound on her belly healed. Out stretching her wings to prepare for flight, she saw that a shower of fire fell onto the house. The fallen one was there, no doubt about it. And Ploay was going to find him, then destroy him. With a great leap, Ploay flew up, and looked for the fallen one. First she flew over the house, “Come and get me you!” Ploay said over the crackle of the flames. The battle between the angels was beginning to get interesting.

Leon jumped up into the air in a fit of rage. He was going to finish this once and for all. His wings beat hard against the cool mountain air as he gained altitude. His eyes were burning with rage at how the angel had escape his clutches. He would not allow that to happen again.

He cursed repeatedly sending enchantments all around him. This first fell from his lips onto his blade covering it in an electrical energy. The second flew through his blood giving him greater strength. The last affected the area around him making him faster than normal.

Finally he looked up to his foe with a great desire to inflict pain and shouted one more curse. This curse was different from the rest. This curse was meant to weaken the angel’s physical strength. Leon was not going to give his opponent a chance to escape again.

With his curses gone from his lips he raised his sword ready to strike the celestial being. Although he was traveling much faster than normal, he felt as if he was traveling at a normal speed, or at least he would have had he not been gaining on the angel’s position so quickly. Excited he brought his blade forward with tremendous force and speed right at the angel.

Ploay flew above the other angel, and started to notice he was saying a bunch of words, and then his blade was covered with static like energy. Instantly Ploay realized he was casting, and at a fast rate to, meaning she had to stop him before it was too late. Or at least start casting her own spells, in hope to at least match his power. She was making a huge circle above him, like a vulture waiting for food to die, but waiting was the last thing Ploay was doing.

Quickly her eyes shimmered silver, she started to speak an angelic language, sending magical properties around her. First she noticed his muscles were getting, surely it was the Strengthen
spell she knew. So to nullify it, she cast the weaken spell on him. Then he started to appear like a blur, and it didn’t take her too long to know what spell that was either, so she cast the blur spell on herself as well. And lastly the fallen one looked up at her, and instantly she felt much weaker, but soon she cast the strengthen spell on herself. All this casting was slowly wearing her out, but she was too determined to quite, this beast was going to die.

The darker angel started to fly faster at her, Ploay flew at him, head first. Thoughts raced in her mind as she got closer to his blade. The wind made a whistling sound from the two flyers going at each other. Then Ploay started to zig zag, now to anyone else it would look like a thin streak, almost as if she was teleporting back it forth. Finally when she was just a foot away, in a blink of an eye she was behind him. In an attempt to get on his back, Ploay used the wind to push her feet at the back of the angel. Her goal was to cut off his wings with the air sword she had clutched in her right hand, with her cleave ability surely she could pull this off.

Vrobleski didn’t even see where the other angel went. His blade merely cut through the air where she should have been. He had placed so much effort into that one attack that when he missed he fell off balance and flopped forward. It was this that saved him as it was.

The other angel’s swung forward planning to slice off Vrobleski’s beautiful wings, but his loss of balance saved him from having them completely ripped off. The blade cut through the back off the wings causing immense pain for the great angel. He could not support himself on them in this condition.

He fell to the ground. His wings gave him just enough wind resistance to spare him from becoming an omelet on the rocky ground. He bellowed out in pain knowing he had broken even more bones in his already demolished body.

His loyal minions rushed to his side supporting him on their shoulders. Despite his screams for death, they took him and fled the mountainous area. They would never abandon their master. He was an overbearing tyrant, but there was a strong power that bound them to his side.
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In a neighboring village many hours later, the pain seared through the angel’s failing body as he heard the surgeon say, “We will have to remove them. They are to damaged to save. I just hope we don’t do this in vain.”

Many men grabbed at Vrobleski’s bloody wings as they struggled to hold the brute down as the surgeon hacked off what remained of them. After a lot of screaming and kicking the wings fell to the ground. Immediately the angel stopped his protest, as he lay lifeless on the cot.

“Hurry use the spells now,” the healers said as they rushed around casting spells to seal the deep wounds on the angel’s back and mend his broken bones. “That’s it I think,” one of them, said stepping back to see if the angel was to make any movement.

Suddenly a fiery shower crashed through the room as the angel regained his feet. With a murderous laugh he said, “I am truly fallen now! Without my wings I may never return to the celestial plane.” This did not seem to bother him at all as he killed those who had helped him. He roared with laughter as he left the small village in a blaze.

((OOC: I cannot compete against a guardian so this is my way of bowing out.))