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The next thing Gideon knew, a great sword was then sheathed from the Nephilim's back and was pointed at his direction. Yet the half-demon hadn't flinched at this. Not the slightest bit. His eyes then look at Wrath with eyes beginning to fill blood red in boiling rage. At this rate, he might as well begin a fight that will pour the blood of these two who dare oppose him.
"Now, now lad, no need to be picking fights if you've not got a reason, even if you are a Demon. And especially unwise to do it in front of a Nephilim who's not had a decent fight in the last ten days or so. So, what say the Sage comes with me and we leave you be until such a time as a fight is more fitting for us all?"
The sword didn't waver and Wrath gave off a vibe of readiness that didn't outwardly show.
Gideon wouldn't mind this at all. After all, he did say he didn't have anything to do with Heaven's troops, yet at least. However, before he could answer, Silas shook his head, muscling past, and leveled all of Pleiades' facets at the half-demon before them. It seems as the half demon was surrounded by blades and sharp-tipped objects from all sides. Yet even in this pressure, Gideon stood his ground, squinting his eyelids and shrinking his pupils. He was on the verge of going berserk and one that will unleash a fury like no other.
"Look, you. I am a Lumen Sage. That makes you my business, whatever it is you're doing. And given why I was sent here in the first place, you appear to be my responsibility either way. So here's my ultimatum, half-blood. You leave this city, I go about my business, and my hounds don't find themselves the distinct pleasure of finding a new chew toy."
Kazfiel and Sraosha punctuated this last remark with a snarl, to prove his point. He raised a hand at the half-demon, his blades trembling in midair, as though anxious to be let off of their leash.
"Comply or perish- those are your options. What's it to be?"
Gideon would love to pick the third option... by putting these two Heavenly fools into their place. After all, they were already beginning to tick him off to his breaking point. As his blades began to circle around him faster and more violently, the half-demon was ready to engage the enemy at hand...
Until he picked up another familiar scent. It seems as if both Heaven and Hell weren't the only factions in Balour City. Humans were also around... but not in the forms of civilians, but rather... Troops. Thugs. Hunters. A human faction was moving around this city. Perhaps the Sage and Nephilim would feel it as well. It was time to return to the mission at hand... or at least until he finds out where and what these humans were doing. He despised these humans, even though he was formerly one himself. Only he is trying to strip his humanity away and replace that for being a pure-blood demon himself.
"I'm afraid that will have to wait." Gideon simply states, followed by a click of his tongue.
As they would probably turn their heads to the scent, or not, Gideon wasted no time as he leaps from his position, as his blades retreat into thin air, and begins to run towards where he thinks the human scent is coming from. Perhaps they may know those rifts as well. It's a doubtful thought, but still possible none of the less. Either way, he'll have fun in exterminating them from this world.
The next thing Gideon knew, a great sword was then sheathed from the Nephilim's back and was pointed at his direction. Yet the half-demon hadn't flinched at this. Not the slightest bit. His eyes then look at Wrath with eyes beginning to fill blood red in boiling rage. At this rate, he might as well begin a fight that will pour the blood of these two who dare oppose him.
"Now, now lad, no need to be picking fights if you've not got a reason, even if you are a Demon. And especially unwise to do it in front of a Nephilim who's not had a decent fight in the last ten days or so. So, what say the Sage comes with me and we leave you be until such a time as a fight is more fitting for us all?"
The sword didn't waver and Wrath gave off a vibe of readiness that didn't outwardly show.
Gideon wouldn't mind this at all. After all, he did say he didn't have anything to do with Heaven's troops, yet at least. However, before he could answer, Silas shook his head, muscling past, and leveled all of Pleiades' facets at the half-demon before them. It seems as the half demon was surrounded by blades and sharp-tipped objects from all sides. Yet even in this pressure, Gideon stood his ground, squinting his eyelids and shrinking his pupils. He was on the verge of going berserk and one that will unleash a fury like no other.
"Look, you. I am a Lumen Sage. That makes you my business, whatever it is you're doing. And given why I was sent here in the first place, you appear to be my responsibility either way. So here's my ultimatum, half-blood. You leave this city, I go about my business, and my hounds don't find themselves the distinct pleasure of finding a new chew toy."
Kazfiel and Sraosha punctuated this last remark with a snarl, to prove his point. He raised a hand at the half-demon, his blades trembling in midair, as though anxious to be let off of their leash.
"Comply or perish- those are your options. What's it to be?"
Gideon would love to pick the third option... by putting these two Heavenly fools into their place. After all, they were already beginning to tick him off to his breaking point. As his blades began to circle around him faster and more violently, the half-demon was ready to engage the enemy at hand...
Until he picked up another familiar scent. It seems as if both Heaven and Hell weren't the only factions in Balour City. Humans were also around... but not in the forms of civilians, but rather... Troops. Thugs. Hunters. A human faction was moving around this city. Perhaps the Sage and Nephilim would feel it as well. It was time to return to the mission at hand... or at least until he finds out where and what these humans were doing. He despised these humans, even though he was formerly one himself. Only he is trying to strip his humanity away and replace that for being a pure-blood demon himself.
"I'm afraid that will have to wait." Gideon simply states, followed by a click of his tongue.
As they would probably turn their heads to the scent, or not, Gideon wasted no time as he leaps from his position, as his blades retreat into thin air, and begins to run towards where he thinks the human scent is coming from. Perhaps they may know those rifts as well. It's a doubtful thought, but still possible none of the less. Either way, he'll have fun in exterminating them from this world.