[h2][right][color=red]Khaine[/color], Oblivion Dungeon - [/right][/h2]
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Pushing his way through the various other combatants Khaine had some time to think, and considered the situation. It was important to have a grasp of why this was happening, and even more important was to distract himself. Thoughts of the current, he had noticed, were less easily twisted than thoughts of the past. As long as one continued to live in the moment, they could survive here with their mind intact. So he went over the implications of what he had seen in this prison up until now.

The portal to the angelic realms was not angel-made. The angels themselves had no reason to invade the Oblivion Dungeon, some of their worst criminals were hidden away within this realm. So clearly it was the world of that mysterious voice, the one that had challenged all comers to conquer this place. To find out some hidden truth. The threat of those hidden within this realm escaping out into the world was an empty one, for any who remained here for too long a time were broken too thoroughly to ever return. Khaine himself had been here only shortly, less than a year, and yet even he could feel the mark of this place upon him. Those who had been here for hundreds or even thousands of years could not truly be called 'sentient' any more, stripped completely of their thoughts and memories. So then this truth was so important that it enticed even the forces of Heaven. And based on the invitation Angels were not the only one who had been invited into this realm. So were there Demons here as well? And perhaps even a few humans. What truth could be so vastly important to tempt all of these factions? Who, exactly, had drawn them all here?

But these musings could not last forever, as Khaine rounded one of many corners in a twisting path to slam into a small angelic creature. His reflexes as fast as ever he instantly lashed out, the force of impact on either the angel's body of the weapon they used to block sending them tumbling away from the Dread Knight. He didn't have time for such distractions, and yet it appeared that he had attracted some unwelcome attention. Behind him he could hear angelic shouting and screaming, combined with an unholy roaring and a flash of bright blue light. Whatever was going on over there, it was most likely unhealthy.

Glancing back at the angel he had run into, Khaine recognised the need for haste. The blue fire likely represented a minion of their Hell or the Machina, neither of which would be much happier to see him than the angels were. So he shot forward like a bullet, a massive black sword forming in one hand and a smaller black dagger forming in the other, both weapons forged from Demonsteel. He would unleash a series of devastating slashes with the larger blade, comparable in size to a mortal greatsword, using the weapon's great weight and strength to his maximum advantage in an attempt to overwhelm the angel's guard. A fluid twisting and sweeping style of combat would allow him to turn the weapon's weight after each swing, bringing it back to bear rapidly. The brief periods where his sword was at his side were covered by the smaller blade, held out in front of him to deflect any counterattack in the unlikely event that this angel was able to even escape this barrage of blows. If he didn't manage to deal with this quickly, he would most likely be forced to combat whatever had caused that blue light, and something told him that wasn't a fight he wanted to be in.