Post by Roxas on Jan 18, 2013 19:23:37 GMT -5
The best part about non-canon fiction stuff? Your characters can be as OP as fudge.
After Azazel had sent Kushiel on her way, he had continued to press forwards towards the apparently approaching Network forces. He was genuinely intrigued to see just how much power the group would be able to field and if it would be enough to stand up against the collection of divine force that was heading in their direction. Azazel wasn't going to blindly launch an assault on a possible ally. He would explain the situation that they were in and then request their help, if that failed, then they would simply have to force their way through and continue as if the Network did not even exist. If it did turn to a fight, he knew exactly who he wanted to act as their point man. He ordered their little march to slow down somewhat and made a single motion with his hand.
"Grigori."
The big man with the mohawk stepped forwards and inclined his head in Azazel, despite the fact that he towered over the Archangel easily by a few feet. Grigori was currently under consideration for being an Archangel, and Azazel understood that this meant he would be going out to impress. If there was one thing that he admired about Grigori, it was his silence. He was the kind of man who let his fists explain whatever point he wanted to get across, and he wasn't afraid of letting those points come across freely and openly. It seemed that the Archangel was the only one not yet to come into contact with one of Grigori's 'points', but that suited him just fine. Azazel had enough resources to easily be able to have studied the people whom he was working with before hand, but he had completely avoided doing such. Research led to first impressions, which could easily cripple the Archangels opinion on someone, which in turn, could cripple a mission. So in this particular instance, he was playing the safe cards and simply going by what he saw today, using his reports only to know what his squads strengths and weaknesses were. He looked up to the mighty Grigori and spoke again, he knew that the giant wasn't going to acknowledge his presence with words.
"There's every possibility that all of this could go wrong and the Network could easily attack us. If that does end up being the case, I want you to be at the front leading the charge, so that we can hopefully scatter them into groups. The rest of us will follow behind and engage as we must. Kushiel will then come up from the opponents rear flank and catch them in a pincer attack. If all goes to plan, they should scatter and flee before us." The big man nodded slowly, before speaking in a deep and rumbling voice.
"And if they do not flee?"
Azazel smiled briefly. It lasted long enough that it existed, but not long enough to be properly noticed. He motioned for the group to carry on moving at their proper speed through the city streets, towards the main street.
"Then they are obstructing Heavens will."
Grigori had always been a peaceful man when he was younger, which was usually a very difficult piece of information to have everybody else in his classes make sense of. He was a Guardian Angel in rank and had spent most of his life protecting the son of a devout Catholic priest who had passed away not long after the birth of his child. He had protected the young boy for many years and had earned a sense of pride in his work. Many hated being a Guardian for how endearing and long winded it could be, but he had flourished in the role, providing as much protection to the young boy as he could, making sure that he suffered absolutely no damage from demons whatsoever. He managed to protect the young boy until he was eighteen, which released Grigori from his contract and allowed him to focus upon other missions. Apparently, Azazel had heard of how well he had worked with the child and had wanted his fearsome might on the team for the Urbadelphia campaign, and now, here he was, walking behind an Archangel helping him on a mission that had come straight from the First Sphere... Straight from the top. It was exhilarating to think that this could be his own path to becoming an Archangel in his own right, to think that he could have the Holy Seal of The Vatican tattooed onto his wrists, to have access to that power...
"So they're finally here."
Azazel had stopped in his tracks, his hands still plunged in his pockets and those cold eyes staring forwards. Despite the darkness of his clothing, he seemed to almost radiate a unique glow, that highlighted the lines of his sturdy frame. He was clearly well-muscled, but he was as such in a very indiscreet way, versus the pure massive bulk of Grigori, who now stepped up to stand beside and slightly behind Azazel, running a hand across the thin dark strip of his mohawk. He grunted slightly as a group of figures were walking towards them, dark guardians for an even darker city. Most of them looked like general citizens, but some of them stood out. A tall blonde man wearing a bartenders outfit, a similarly dressed red haired man, a young woman with long blonde hair who was stood beside an orange-haired man wearing a purple hoodie and others.
"So this is the famous Network?" Grigori asked. "They do not appear to be much."
"Do not underestimate them." Came the sharp response from Azazel, who took one step forwards and spoke. His voice was quiet, almost poisonous but it seemed to reverberate around their surroundings, bouncing of the walls, ringing with all the authority of Heaven.
"Network. You stand before the agents of Heaven itself, so I suggest you stand aside and let us get on with our task at hand." The orange-haired man stepped forwards and called back.
"No. This is our city! We won't let you have your way of things simply because you claim to be from 'Heaven', so why don't you turn back before things have to turn violent?"
Azazel chuckled before looking across at Grigori and nodding slowly. The hulking giant nodded back and started walking forwards, his meaty hands plunged into his pockets as he made his way across to the Network group. The blonde-haired bartender came out to meet Grigori, and the two met in the middle, hands in pockets and simply staring at one another. The blonde sneered.
"I've fought bigger." Grigori simply shrugged.
"I've fought smarter." The blonde's eye twitched slightly, and he sneered before drawing back a hand and throwing a punch directly towards Grigori's face, aiming right between the eyes.
THWACK
Shizuo Heiwajima's fist was planted firmly into Grigori's nose, the big man's hands still in his pocket as he raised an eyebrow.
"Is that all you have?" He asked, the blonde growling in frustration before drawing back again, with even more might and swinging again, only this time to have his fist caught by the Guardian Angel, whose hand moved with insane speed, moving from his pocket and in the way of Shizuo's strike before anyone even realized what was going on. Grigori tightened his grip on the bartenders hand, who instantly swung out with the other, only to have that one in the giant Angel's grip as well. Grigori pushed down with all of his might, forcing Shizuo onto his knees, where he grinned down at him.
"Like I said, I've faced smarter people." Then, with one almighty kick, he send Shizuo flying backwards, past the members of the Network, who looked on in shock, and lodging him deeply into a nearby wall. Grigori slowly lowered his leg, his face still set in stone as his hands went back into his pockets. There was a moment of silence as people tried to comprehend what had just happened. Not only had Shizuo Heiwajima just been batted away by someone, he had been completely overpowered by them as well. A sudden growl erupted from the end of the street as Shizuo pulled himself free, a golden aura surrounding him as bolts of lightning jumped off of his body which was heaving up and down with heavy breaths as he pointed a finger across at Grigori before disappearing from view with a yellow flash, and reappearing right in front of the Angel, before burying his fist directly into his cheek. Grigori stood his ground, but his head was rocked backwards as he clutched at his jaw.
"So, you do have some might." He taunted with a deep grin. As he brought his own monster of a fist and brought it down towards the Halfer, who simply disappeared and reappeared behind Grigori, delivering a kick to the back to the back of the Angels head. The larger man rolled forwards with the kicks, and launched himself backwards, catching the blonde with an elbow, before launching into him with a flurry of punches. Neku, the leader of the Network, appeared worried, and sent forth the red-haired bartender to join the fray. Grigori, who had his back turned did not notice as Shizuo jumped back and then forwards again, timing a strike to coincide with Lea's.
A figure was suddenly in between the two of them, having pushed Grigori aside. He had his arms held out, gripping both of their fists in one of his own. The Archangel Azazel looked down at Grigori who was picking himself up and off of the floor.
"Pay attention to your surroundings."
Shizuo's golden aura lit up furiously, and Lea seemingly set himself on fire as a pair of horns started to emerge from behind his hair. Azazel seemed unfazed as he threw both of their attacks skyward, before thrusting his right fist into the nose of Shizuo, who stood on his left, sending him sprawling backwards. He brought the whole arm back, slamming his elbow into Lea's stomach before cracking it up, placing the back of his hand firmly into his jaw, sending the red-head sprawling backwards. Azazel calmly lowered his hands and stood there as the two picked themselves up and off the ground. They charged forwards again, Lea going for a high punch, his fist encrusted in flame, whilst Shizuo swept his leg low for a kick. Azazel simply grunted in annoyance as he leaned backwards, planting his against the floor as Shizuo's leg swept under them, he brought his legs up, causing both attacks to miss. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he placed his feet back on the floor and swung upwards, his right fist slamming into the side of Lea's jaw, knocking him down as he quickly twisted around, slamming his left elbow into Shizuo's head, sending him sprawling forwards as well. Azazel stepped forwards and rested his foot against Shizuo's head, his hands in his pockets.
"Is this all the Network has?"
A blue-haired woman cried out and started rushing forwards, but an overcoat wearing figure dropped down before her, the point of a sword pressing into her throat. Kushiel. She had made it in time, it seems.
"Don't move a muscle." She breathed threateningly as Azazel stepped past the two now-unconscious Network members to stand nearer Kushiel. Neku seemed agitated at the turn of events, and with a cry, his green eyes seemed to grow deeper as a pair of wings burst from his back. With a huge bat of them, he flung himself forwards towards the Archangel, his fist drawn back for a strike. Azazel reached out a palm and stopped the attack in it's tracks, the pair of them sliding back a good ten feet in the process.
"I see." Azazel said calmly. "You're a demon, one that is a mockery of a much higher power." Neku grinned, seemingly managing to keep pushing his fist further forwards, winning the little struggle.
"You're bluffing." He grunted, at which point, Azazel spun to the left, causing Neku to fall forwards, but the demon quickly regained his footing, and spun around to see the Archangel with his sleeves fully rolled up, wrists pressed together to reveal a tattoo on each wrist that was perfectly symmetrical when placed together.
"Sancti signaverus: Angelica Suscitatio"
With a blinding white flash, the Archangel was suddenly stood before Neku, looking so very similar and yet oh so very different. His black overcoat had turned, white, the ornately stitched crucifixes on the sleeves now grey instead of white. A pair of massive wings sprouted from his back, a halo of pure energy rested around his head and one of the bangs that fell in front of his face was raised up and away from it. A golden aura surrounded that Archangel as he spread his arms out wide.
"This is the power of Heaven. We have no quarrel with you, you launched the first blow and we reacted." He lowered his arms and reached into his overcoat, unsheathing the long and slender katana, Divinity. "And we shall land the final blow if you so wish to continue. A taste if you will." The Archangel raised one of his arms so that the palm faced the sky.
"Divinium Expurgate."
A pure, snowy white beam of energy launched upwards into the clouds, which instantly parted before the attack. Bolts of blue electricity danced within the beam, which seemed to just continually burst forth from the Archangels palm, until he closed it into a fist and lowered the arm. He stared down the winged demon before him and spoke again.
"An entire block gone, if I had aimed it forwards rather than up." He admitted. "Perhaps with the efforts of your group, you might have saved the buildings, but I assure most of you would have been critically injured." The orange-haired leader gritted his teeth and looked ready to make a stand, but the blonde woman behind him called out.
"Neku! We're not ready for that! Let's get out of here and plan our response properly now that we know what they're capable of!" The demon appeared determined against the idea, Azazel swore that he could hear the mans teeth grinding together.
"Fine. But we're not finished here." Grigori stepped forwards, clutching the unconscious figures of Shizuo and Lea, whom he unceremoniously dumped on Neku before crossing his arms against his chest. The demon retreated backwards, never turning away from the pair, whom he didn't trust whatsoever. Kushiel also backed away from the blue-haired woman who instantly helped Neku with moving Shizuo and Lea. Once they reached their own 'lines' the whole group retreated. Azazel didn't even smile, he had felt the power in that Neku's punch... He wouldn't underestimate such an opponent again.
"We did well." Kushiel muttered, but Azazel shook his head.
"The fight only just begins..." He faded back to his regular appearance as his katana slid back inside of his jacket.
"We're going to be here for a while."
After Azazel had sent Kushiel on her way, he had continued to press forwards towards the apparently approaching Network forces. He was genuinely intrigued to see just how much power the group would be able to field and if it would be enough to stand up against the collection of divine force that was heading in their direction. Azazel wasn't going to blindly launch an assault on a possible ally. He would explain the situation that they were in and then request their help, if that failed, then they would simply have to force their way through and continue as if the Network did not even exist. If it did turn to a fight, he knew exactly who he wanted to act as their point man. He ordered their little march to slow down somewhat and made a single motion with his hand.
"Grigori."
The big man with the mohawk stepped forwards and inclined his head in Azazel, despite the fact that he towered over the Archangel easily by a few feet. Grigori was currently under consideration for being an Archangel, and Azazel understood that this meant he would be going out to impress. If there was one thing that he admired about Grigori, it was his silence. He was the kind of man who let his fists explain whatever point he wanted to get across, and he wasn't afraid of letting those points come across freely and openly. It seemed that the Archangel was the only one not yet to come into contact with one of Grigori's 'points', but that suited him just fine. Azazel had enough resources to easily be able to have studied the people whom he was working with before hand, but he had completely avoided doing such. Research led to first impressions, which could easily cripple the Archangels opinion on someone, which in turn, could cripple a mission. So in this particular instance, he was playing the safe cards and simply going by what he saw today, using his reports only to know what his squads strengths and weaknesses were. He looked up to the mighty Grigori and spoke again, he knew that the giant wasn't going to acknowledge his presence with words.
"There's every possibility that all of this could go wrong and the Network could easily attack us. If that does end up being the case, I want you to be at the front leading the charge, so that we can hopefully scatter them into groups. The rest of us will follow behind and engage as we must. Kushiel will then come up from the opponents rear flank and catch them in a pincer attack. If all goes to plan, they should scatter and flee before us." The big man nodded slowly, before speaking in a deep and rumbling voice.
"And if they do not flee?"
Azazel smiled briefly. It lasted long enough that it existed, but not long enough to be properly noticed. He motioned for the group to carry on moving at their proper speed through the city streets, towards the main street.
"Then they are obstructing Heavens will."
Grigori had always been a peaceful man when he was younger, which was usually a very difficult piece of information to have everybody else in his classes make sense of. He was a Guardian Angel in rank and had spent most of his life protecting the son of a devout Catholic priest who had passed away not long after the birth of his child. He had protected the young boy for many years and had earned a sense of pride in his work. Many hated being a Guardian for how endearing and long winded it could be, but he had flourished in the role, providing as much protection to the young boy as he could, making sure that he suffered absolutely no damage from demons whatsoever. He managed to protect the young boy until he was eighteen, which released Grigori from his contract and allowed him to focus upon other missions. Apparently, Azazel had heard of how well he had worked with the child and had wanted his fearsome might on the team for the Urbadelphia campaign, and now, here he was, walking behind an Archangel helping him on a mission that had come straight from the First Sphere... Straight from the top. It was exhilarating to think that this could be his own path to becoming an Archangel in his own right, to think that he could have the Holy Seal of The Vatican tattooed onto his wrists, to have access to that power...
"So they're finally here."
Azazel had stopped in his tracks, his hands still plunged in his pockets and those cold eyes staring forwards. Despite the darkness of his clothing, he seemed to almost radiate a unique glow, that highlighted the lines of his sturdy frame. He was clearly well-muscled, but he was as such in a very indiscreet way, versus the pure massive bulk of Grigori, who now stepped up to stand beside and slightly behind Azazel, running a hand across the thin dark strip of his mohawk. He grunted slightly as a group of figures were walking towards them, dark guardians for an even darker city. Most of them looked like general citizens, but some of them stood out. A tall blonde man wearing a bartenders outfit, a similarly dressed red haired man, a young woman with long blonde hair who was stood beside an orange-haired man wearing a purple hoodie and others.
"So this is the famous Network?" Grigori asked. "They do not appear to be much."
"Do not underestimate them." Came the sharp response from Azazel, who took one step forwards and spoke. His voice was quiet, almost poisonous but it seemed to reverberate around their surroundings, bouncing of the walls, ringing with all the authority of Heaven.
"Network. You stand before the agents of Heaven itself, so I suggest you stand aside and let us get on with our task at hand." The orange-haired man stepped forwards and called back.
"No. This is our city! We won't let you have your way of things simply because you claim to be from 'Heaven', so why don't you turn back before things have to turn violent?"
Azazel chuckled before looking across at Grigori and nodding slowly. The hulking giant nodded back and started walking forwards, his meaty hands plunged into his pockets as he made his way across to the Network group. The blonde-haired bartender came out to meet Grigori, and the two met in the middle, hands in pockets and simply staring at one another. The blonde sneered.
"I've fought bigger." Grigori simply shrugged.
"I've fought smarter." The blonde's eye twitched slightly, and he sneered before drawing back a hand and throwing a punch directly towards Grigori's face, aiming right between the eyes.
THWACK
Shizuo Heiwajima's fist was planted firmly into Grigori's nose, the big man's hands still in his pocket as he raised an eyebrow.
"Is that all you have?" He asked, the blonde growling in frustration before drawing back again, with even more might and swinging again, only this time to have his fist caught by the Guardian Angel, whose hand moved with insane speed, moving from his pocket and in the way of Shizuo's strike before anyone even realized what was going on. Grigori tightened his grip on the bartenders hand, who instantly swung out with the other, only to have that one in the giant Angel's grip as well. Grigori pushed down with all of his might, forcing Shizuo onto his knees, where he grinned down at him.
"Like I said, I've faced smarter people." Then, with one almighty kick, he send Shizuo flying backwards, past the members of the Network, who looked on in shock, and lodging him deeply into a nearby wall. Grigori slowly lowered his leg, his face still set in stone as his hands went back into his pockets. There was a moment of silence as people tried to comprehend what had just happened. Not only had Shizuo Heiwajima just been batted away by someone, he had been completely overpowered by them as well. A sudden growl erupted from the end of the street as Shizuo pulled himself free, a golden aura surrounding him as bolts of lightning jumped off of his body which was heaving up and down with heavy breaths as he pointed a finger across at Grigori before disappearing from view with a yellow flash, and reappearing right in front of the Angel, before burying his fist directly into his cheek. Grigori stood his ground, but his head was rocked backwards as he clutched at his jaw.
"So, you do have some might." He taunted with a deep grin. As he brought his own monster of a fist and brought it down towards the Halfer, who simply disappeared and reappeared behind Grigori, delivering a kick to the back to the back of the Angels head. The larger man rolled forwards with the kicks, and launched himself backwards, catching the blonde with an elbow, before launching into him with a flurry of punches. Neku, the leader of the Network, appeared worried, and sent forth the red-haired bartender to join the fray. Grigori, who had his back turned did not notice as Shizuo jumped back and then forwards again, timing a strike to coincide with Lea's.
A figure was suddenly in between the two of them, having pushed Grigori aside. He had his arms held out, gripping both of their fists in one of his own. The Archangel Azazel looked down at Grigori who was picking himself up and off of the floor.
"Pay attention to your surroundings."
Shizuo's golden aura lit up furiously, and Lea seemingly set himself on fire as a pair of horns started to emerge from behind his hair. Azazel seemed unfazed as he threw both of their attacks skyward, before thrusting his right fist into the nose of Shizuo, who stood on his left, sending him sprawling backwards. He brought the whole arm back, slamming his elbow into Lea's stomach before cracking it up, placing the back of his hand firmly into his jaw, sending the red-head sprawling backwards. Azazel calmly lowered his hands and stood there as the two picked themselves up and off the ground. They charged forwards again, Lea going for a high punch, his fist encrusted in flame, whilst Shizuo swept his leg low for a kick. Azazel simply grunted in annoyance as he leaned backwards, planting his against the floor as Shizuo's leg swept under them, he brought his legs up, causing both attacks to miss. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he placed his feet back on the floor and swung upwards, his right fist slamming into the side of Lea's jaw, knocking him down as he quickly twisted around, slamming his left elbow into Shizuo's head, sending him sprawling forwards as well. Azazel stepped forwards and rested his foot against Shizuo's head, his hands in his pockets.
"Is this all the Network has?"
A blue-haired woman cried out and started rushing forwards, but an overcoat wearing figure dropped down before her, the point of a sword pressing into her throat. Kushiel. She had made it in time, it seems.
"Don't move a muscle." She breathed threateningly as Azazel stepped past the two now-unconscious Network members to stand nearer Kushiel. Neku seemed agitated at the turn of events, and with a cry, his green eyes seemed to grow deeper as a pair of wings burst from his back. With a huge bat of them, he flung himself forwards towards the Archangel, his fist drawn back for a strike. Azazel reached out a palm and stopped the attack in it's tracks, the pair of them sliding back a good ten feet in the process.
"I see." Azazel said calmly. "You're a demon, one that is a mockery of a much higher power." Neku grinned, seemingly managing to keep pushing his fist further forwards, winning the little struggle.
"You're bluffing." He grunted, at which point, Azazel spun to the left, causing Neku to fall forwards, but the demon quickly regained his footing, and spun around to see the Archangel with his sleeves fully rolled up, wrists pressed together to reveal a tattoo on each wrist that was perfectly symmetrical when placed together.
"Sancti signaverus: Angelica Suscitatio"
With a blinding white flash, the Archangel was suddenly stood before Neku, looking so very similar and yet oh so very different. His black overcoat had turned, white, the ornately stitched crucifixes on the sleeves now grey instead of white. A pair of massive wings sprouted from his back, a halo of pure energy rested around his head and one of the bangs that fell in front of his face was raised up and away from it. A golden aura surrounded that Archangel as he spread his arms out wide.
"This is the power of Heaven. We have no quarrel with you, you launched the first blow and we reacted." He lowered his arms and reached into his overcoat, unsheathing the long and slender katana, Divinity. "And we shall land the final blow if you so wish to continue. A taste if you will." The Archangel raised one of his arms so that the palm faced the sky.
"Divinium Expurgate."
A pure, snowy white beam of energy launched upwards into the clouds, which instantly parted before the attack. Bolts of blue electricity danced within the beam, which seemed to just continually burst forth from the Archangels palm, until he closed it into a fist and lowered the arm. He stared down the winged demon before him and spoke again.
"An entire block gone, if I had aimed it forwards rather than up." He admitted. "Perhaps with the efforts of your group, you might have saved the buildings, but I assure most of you would have been critically injured." The orange-haired leader gritted his teeth and looked ready to make a stand, but the blonde woman behind him called out.
"Neku! We're not ready for that! Let's get out of here and plan our response properly now that we know what they're capable of!" The demon appeared determined against the idea, Azazel swore that he could hear the mans teeth grinding together.
"Fine. But we're not finished here." Grigori stepped forwards, clutching the unconscious figures of Shizuo and Lea, whom he unceremoniously dumped on Neku before crossing his arms against his chest. The demon retreated backwards, never turning away from the pair, whom he didn't trust whatsoever. Kushiel also backed away from the blue-haired woman who instantly helped Neku with moving Shizuo and Lea. Once they reached their own 'lines' the whole group retreated. Azazel didn't even smile, he had felt the power in that Neku's punch... He wouldn't underestimate such an opponent again.
"We did well." Kushiel muttered, but Azazel shook his head.
"The fight only just begins..." He faded back to his regular appearance as his katana slid back inside of his jacket.
"We're going to be here for a while."
