[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

A creature showed itself, machine, nothing he had faced before, but possessed the same threat as the others he did face. The Flower reacted quick, and one of the sisters hooked the machine's blade that nearly sliced the front of his face. The pacing of everything felt quick, but at the same time it felt exhilarating, almost euphoric. The sound of war at the wall opening itself up to vulnerability would accelerate the fighting, but until then he had one issue to deal with.

No....two.

The other machine, the one that tried to raise hell on top of the Flower had grabbed the foot of the angel, and from it's body language and the sound it was making it was going to try and make a cowardly, if effective, move.

He reacted fast, pushing the machine away while facing his arm towards the injure machine, hoping the shield would take the impact.

It did, but upon exploding the Flower was thrown into the air. The force, the wind, the cold air despite the location. It was a sensation that was new to him, he felt...odd.

[i]'Strange, this feeling, is this what you're feeling?'[/i] he muttered to himself, as the leg the machine grabbed onto started stinging with agonising pain. Made the Flower slightly dizzy, combined with the other elements acting against him. [i]'Is this vulnerability? Is this the pain you are going through my friend?'[/i]

The fight around him as his rise started to slow, not going well for the angels nor for himself. He took a breath. 

[i]'Don't worry.'[/i]

The gaze showed itself.

[i]'I'll see you again soon.'[/i]

The energy built, and within a quick fit of fury, unleashed his weapon's power towards the one that recently showed itself. He flew behind it, gravity working with him, it would meet him and the sisters soon.

[@TheWindel][@Lucius Cypher]