[center][h1]Naseraph Sana[/h1][/center]

Nasaraph sat there in shock for a second, just trying to wash he sick feeling of the demons energy from his mind, before finally noticing that Brutus had at some point come to occupy the bunker with him. Well hallelujah, that was one problem solved wasn't it? He wasn't surprised, that lightning feeling had to have come from somewhere. He would normally put on his relieved face at this point but at this point he wasn't in the mood for playing pretend anymore. There was to much going on to worry much about his facade. "Brutus, did you tag her?" He asked, not even looking at him. No, he must have. He would have tried again by now if h  had missed, and Naseraph had only absorbed the excess of one lightning attack. "Use everything you can muster. Strike her with the lightning the gods themselves hesitate to send, for this creature intendeds to kill us all." With that he rose and stepped out of the bunker without another word. 

They would have to kill it, he was sure, and they had to work together. This wasn't out of any sense of comradery, merely base self-preservation. It had seen them. If they left it, just ran away or let it escape, it would hunt down the lot of them and slaughter them one by one. That was the way its energy had tasted. While they were together there was still a chance. If they were to split apart and let it have its way they would only be delaying their own deaths. 

He stepped out, squinting his eyes at the light of the miniature sun that sat in the middle of the roof that, shining brightly enough to blot out the few stars the existed in the night sky over the city. He was fortunate he hadn't been absorbing when she did that. That would have killed him outright, or worse.Still, the light it gave off perfectly reveled the demon that was flying at them. No, not flying exactly. Freefalling was more like it, as though it had been knocked across the roof. Wait, no, he was mistaken....

He felt his new stores of energy flow inward, moving through every muscles and nerves in his body, bolstering him. He sprinted out the doorway, past Aram and Samoth, and jumped into the air to meet the demon. As he closed the distance to it the creatures eyes suddenly snapped open. It flapped its wings to bring itself upright and lashed out with a claw. He had been right. It had been playing possum. It's fight path had been far to steady, it hadn't been tumbling or trying to right itself. It had probably seen where it was headed and intended top catch the boys over here by surprise.

Its claw caught only empty this cloak, tearing a large chunk out of the back. As it came for him Naseraph had spun with an inhuman grace, changing his momentum and trajectory enough to let him fly over the head of the creature. This mongrel monster, it had actually believed it could land an attack on one of his exalted race in mid air? The absolute conceit! To fight in the air was the domain of the ethereal Gods and those they truly favored. Even the smallest of chicks knew that.

He ended his spin by grabbing on to her wings and bringing them together with a wrench and a crack, causing her to plummet out of the sky her kind did not deserve. She landed om her feet in front of Aram and Samoth. "The sword!" Naseraph commanded.

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