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Azrael's eyes narrowed as the divine creatures strode forth, their winged forms floating imposingly. He didn't recognize these beings, but he could sense the power they radiated. Power far greater than anything he could hope to muster, even in his own original state. Power that felt almost as great, or perhaps greater, than that which was radiated by the archangels themselves.

[color=blue]"I can certainly try,"[/color] Azrael began, glancing over at the Drow. [color=blue]"But I must warn you, I do not recognize these beings. They are angelic in nature, like me, that much is true-"[/color]

He directed his gaze back to the Watchers, the inner workings of his ancient mind beginning to turn as he struggled to recall the origins of these celestial creatures, to no avail.

If they did have an origin story written down somewhere, he hadn't seen or heard of it.

Pushing that thought aside for the time being, as it bore no true relevance to the situation at hand, Azrael approached the lead Watcher. The same one that had consumed the wolf minutes prior. As he drew closer, however, he decided to confront these beings in his true form. Although he could sense their angelic nature, he wasn't entirely sure if they could sense his, so maybe if he approached them in a similar form, they would be less inclined to try and eat him. Letting out a sigh as his human form sloughed off into a nondescript puddle of steaming liquid, Azrael floated over to the Watchers, his feathers buffeting slightly as they sliced through the air while his tongues flapped about limply.

[color=slategray]"Hail brothers,"[/color] he began, his voice a font of gurgling acid. The fallen seraph wasn't sure the term truly applied given that this was their first meeting, but he felt it worked well enough. 

They were both of the same kind of being at the end of the day, if nothing else.

[color=slategray]"We mean you no harm,"[/color] he went on, his gaze coming to rest on the spear.

It was a simple statement, one spoken in the friendliest of tones, but one he felt absolutely necessary given everything they had seen. The last thing he wanted was to die in this stinking pit, let alone the churning gut of another angel. The Watcher, however, seemed to ignore his words and unfurled its armor to reveal the same undulating spear once more. Only this time it was pointed directly at Azrael's head. Realizing the beings intent, he dashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the projectile as it flew past to embed itself within a rock wall behind the party.

[color=slategray]"Well, you can't say I didn't try!"[/color] Azrael shouted, his tongues flexing agitatedly as he moved back to the main group, his quintessence in hand.

The Watcher withdrew the spear, pulling it back into itself before shutting its armor once again. Apparently readying for another strike as its two companions made their towards the group, their armor expanding and contracting in a rhythmic fashion.

Azrael moved to float next to Willowa, one of his tongues pointed in her general direction.

[color=slategray]"I suggest you ready any concoctions you might have,"[/color] he said through the squirming appendage. [color=slategray]"And watch your step. One mistake and you'll be in their gut faster than you can blink."[/color]

Shifting his attention back to the Watchers, Azrael readied himself for the fight that was about to ensue.