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[color=red]The Black Glacier, Lanostran Frontier[/color][/center][hr]

At the front of his small army, Galahad strode proudly, undaunted by the challenge before him. There was the crunch of glass as he cast aside several ether vials, which clattered against the ice and snow before being crushed underfoot by a cold, callous boot. Front loaded with ether, the brilliant emerald glow of Gallahad's eyes could be seen even behind the steel battle mask that covered his face. Beneath his mask, a cold grimace was etched on his face, as his fingers flexed reflexively, the ether coursing through his veins causing small chunks of ice on the ground to glow and hover around him as his body struggled to contain the excess energy.

Step by step, the approached the formation of demons, the tension in the air palpable as they waited for the inevitable moment that they'd turn and charge. Elisheva called out to him.

"The T'saraen research garrison. We are near the demons' attack perimeter. If we advance from here, we should expect them to take flight and rain down on us,"

One step was all it took. As they crossed the invisible threshold, Galahad could see the three seraphs sitting on their ice thrones turned their heads and stared directly at the inquisitors. Galahad could make eye contact with one of the demons, both of them faceless, Galahad with his mask and the demon with its visage. Above him, he heard the buzzing of wings. They were like insects. With a simple flourish, Galahad's saber flew from its scabbard and into his outstretched hand. He pointed the tip of the blade at the oncoming horde.

"Fire!" Galahad yelled. The rolling crack of rifle fire answered him. From Galahad's other hand, white-blue energy began to coalesce in his hand. Sweat beaded at his forehead as he created several orbs in his hand. Releasing them all at once, his breath shortened suddenly from the loss of energy as he launched three orbs of energy into the sky. Streaking into the air, the orbs found their marks within packs of enemies before the exploded. Galahad grimaced with satisfaction as the shattered bodies of demons fell out of the sky. Galahad managed to fire off three more etheric blasts before the Demons began taking to the ground, just as he predicted.

As Galahad stepped forward to face the demons now on the ground, he instinctively stepped out of the way as Terviclops and Tatiana sped by. His calm rocked for a moment, Galahad's jaw dropped behind his mask before he shook it off and waved Astrea onwards. The two Inquisitors followed Tatiana into the horde, sword and spear in hand. Galahad's eyes whipped back and forth as he scanned the horde of demons, taking in as much information as he could. He couldn't afford to stand still and wait for them to come to him. In such a battle where he was vastly outnumbered, he had to be the one to take the initiative, keep the enemy reacting to him, instead of converging on him. His eyes locked on a demon whipping around to face Tatiana's terviclops. Taking advantage of the distraction, Galahad leaped forward, the demon turning around just in time to catch Galahad's saber to the neck. 

The balance of his saber was marvelous, if Galahad wasn't in such a dangerous situation he would've taken a second to admire his new weapon, though given the circumstances, that was the least of his worries. Instead, he put his new weapon through its paces turning on a heel and ducking under a second demon's swing before slapping at its torso with an open palm, a spell sending it flying away in pieces as a thunderclap exploded in its chest. Turning at the last second Galahad forced himself to the side as another demon's wing flew past him, shearing the steel pauldron off of his shoulder. Quickly recovering, Galahad pulled at the scrap of armor on his shoulder and threw it to the ground, holding his saber out to face the new threat.

The demon swung at him again, and Galahad instinctively sidled, sinking his saber into the demon's collarbone. Catching a flicker of movement to his left, Galahad shifted, moving the demon embedded in his sword along with it, the next oncoming demon swinging its wings into its friend, steered by Galahad into place. As ice crashed against ice, Galahad pulled the trigger on his saber, once, then twice into the torso of the demon as he pulled his blade out of the first. Throwing his palm forward, he blasted both of them with a wave of telekinetic energy, using chunks of one demon to smash into the other.

Sometime during the fight, Galahad found himself back to back with Astraea, any previous disagreement lost as they focused on killing the oncoming horde of demons. They moved almost as if they were dancing, Astraea flipped over Galahad's back and stabbed at one with a spear, as Galahad lunged in the opposite direction and struck with his saber. Astrea spun around in a half circle with a wide sweeping swing of her spear, Galahad followed the motion and loosed a flurry of crescents into more demons. Turning into a crouch, Galahad took to one knee and opened the case of tungsten balls at his side. Pulling out a dozen or two with telekinesis, he threw his hand out and let loose a huge scattering burst of tungsten cutting down several more demons that ran at them. 

In the distance, Galahad heard the growl of Terviclops. He and Tatiana were rushing out further into the Glacier, towards the three seraphs that sat on their thrones. Galahad nearly slapped his face in exasperation. 

"This one's going to get herself killed." Galahad cursed, "Astraea! With me! She's going off to pick a fight with their lords."

Turning to Elisheva, Galahad called out. "Elisheva! Cillian! Handle the rest! We're going on to destroy the leadership!"

Galahad and Astraea had cleared out enough of the demons that he was relatively confident that Elisheva and Cillian along with the rest of their conscripts could handle them.