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[b][h1]Zeruel[/h1][/b]

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The girl's initial response disappointed the Laguna Angel as already his face became fully healed by the adrenaline-fueled regeneration while the girl licked off his blue blood from her fingers, followed by his skull-like face. Absolutely disgusting. Yet Zeruel did not flinch of such a vulgar and proactive act of humiliation. He was about to blast her into high heaven when suddenly he feels a scroll of paper in his hands. This girl wanted him to do a task, a task that would answer his question, followed by a sinister-looking smile and the remark that even now [i]"she"[/i] was already watching them. And with a poke at his face, Zeruel suddenly found himself getting ensnared by Demon Roses coming from Victoire, in an attempt to suck his remaining power dry. Meanwhile, the girl simply stood there, not even affected by the roses, as she stood silently with a smile and watched. 

Despite his energy getting sucked by the roses, the anger and adrenaline in his body began to go into overdrive. His body began to regenerate at its maximum rate, his skin healing the minorest of wounds in a matter of seconds. It would cancel out most of the energy that was sucking his body dry, but being already weakened prior it wouldn't be truly enough. It seems as if he will perish in the most humiliating way on the battlefield, his first battle in over a thousand years...

But that was when a god-send came over him. The nearby attack launched by Bonesword initiated a rapid forest fire, setting ablaze a large radius of the ground and foliage around the vicinity. The dry, hot heat would hit Zeruel, with fire sparks hitting both him and the roses entangling him. The roses, unable to stand the burning sensation of the Red Flower, loosened its grip as it crumpled up and turned brown. Now that they weren't sucking him dry, the regeneration was finally unhindered by the suction lost. Without hesitation, Zeruel's free arm turned into paper-thin tendril and sliced his prison to pieces, the burnt flower stems disintegrating into the ash-filled air. As soon as he was finished, he simply glares at the mysterious girl emotionlessly. His other arm recoils back into him, storing the scroll for future purposes, as it quickly comes back out as a tendril. 

[b]"YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME, GIRL."[/b] he booms towards her as he stands overlooking her location, his tendrils waving in the wind, [b]"BEGONE OR BE EXTINGUISHED."[/b]

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[h1][b][color=A5F2F3]Ghelgath Fenrir Calder-Berg[/color][/b][/h1]
[@Mega Birb], [@TheWindel], [@floodtalon], [@Flamelord]
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As both Ghelgath's and Sliske's army charges at the defending snipers, now knowing where they are, the robot Marquis decides to join the 'lopsided' fight along with the remaining snipers. Several of the Frigid soldiers died instantly as their frozen heads bursted into bits, while the Golems used their mighty arms to shield themselves from the fire. The ice mages quickly casted more spells to freeze the incoming snipers. But as they were getting the upper hand, Bastion peers from the sky and begins raining down a barrage of fire upon them. Any solider or mage caught in the fire were exploded instantly, while the others ran for cover. The Golems used their arms to shield as much as they can, but even then one by one they too fall to her might. The Ice Sergeant was able to avoid most of the fire as he attempts to hide behind a fallen golem corpse, already beginning to melt away. Using his staff, he launches several frozen shots at Bastion as he attempts to freeze her abilities, but this surely shouldn't last too long.

Meanwhile, Gelgath curses to himself as he sees Bastion annihilating his entire army. He also saw Henry getting sniped by Marquis from his position. Surely he must be dead, but there could be a chance to retrieve his body and save him from death... not like it would matter anyways. But first, he'll have to deal with the flying bastard first. He tries to find a good location and attempt to create a distance ice wall to knock the flier out of the sky from a distance. She won't know what hit her. But before he had a chance, a beam of light would pierce through his right shoulder, causing him to fall to a knee and groan in pain.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"Augh, fuck me..."[/color][/b] he growls through his teeth as he attempts to sooth the injury with his cold touch.

He looks up to see the aggressor, Tartys. The Angel of the Second Hour of Night. Whatever that title meant. Then several others began to hit his location. Quickly, Ghelgath raises an Ice Wall to protect him from the barrage, griping tightly onto his axe. With his wounded arm, he struggles to erect four flying [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/0b/fe/e60bfeeebd916334f634c9abd5896998.jpg]Blizzard Hunters[/url] to pursue her. With ghostly screeches they followed after her with speed that could match her's, firing precision beams of ice at her.