[center]the dark figure slowed when he came into view, his presence would send chills down the spines of brave men, he cared not for the half breed or her fiends, he was here for the leader of the angels
"......your time has come......" 
he said in his dark foreboding voice as he raised his right sickle towards the leader
"......prepare to meet your end........" 
the dark figure said as he crossed his arms in a way that made his sickles looked symmetrical, he then hovered off the ground about three feet or so, before a large torrent of grey smoke like fog came from the dark figure and sped towards the leader of the angel, as the fog flew over the ground, any and all plant life under it instantly withered away and died as the small rocks near them cracked[/center]