[1.1] Divine Intervention [ANGELS]

[Azazel]

The outskirts of Urbadelphia... A solemn wind blows across the dusty earth, launching clouds of grit and dirt up into the air, where it clings onto every surface that it can find and refuses to let go with a strong grip. The clouds of dust slowly start to settle to reveal two groups standing off with one another. One group all bore a yellow scarf, and seemed to be taunting their silent opponents, who wore an assortment of red and black clothing and seemed to be twitching somewhat.

The Scarves and The Blades.

Both sides were numerous, but neither side seemed to have any definitive leadership, if anything, this more seemed to be done against the wishes of the leaders of the two groups, hence why they were fighting on the outskirts. The Scarves made the first move, a single figure stepping forwards and shooting a bolt of lightning towards The Blades which instantly sent one of the gang members flying backwards and into an abandoned car. The rest of The Scarves cheered and jeered at this apparent success, until the gang member pulled himself from the steel wreck with a snarl. Hair was protruding from his body and his face was pulling out into a snout... The dark magic of The Jack of Blades.

The two sides charged towards one another, finally entering open combat and all Hell broke loose. Scarves used their bloodright powers to attack the Blades and The Blades used their demonic gift from The Jack in order to rip Scarves limb from limb. It was truly brutal, with both sides taking heavy losses, but unbeknownst to either gang, the clouds atop a nearby hill parted and a path that seemed to be made of light shone down. A group of figures stepped down from the clouds, each wearing a large black coat. Three took the lead, another two followed behind, and then came a relatively large number of lackeys.

Azazel, Kushiel and Grigori, stood atop the hill and looked down at the combat below. Azazel was a tall man, easily over six feet, with spiked blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and an athletic frame. Grigori was significantly taller, much closer to seven feet, with a short black mohawk and square jaw. Kushiel added some grace to the trio, with long dark blue hair and a determined smile. Then came Ithiel and Kumiko, both Guardian Angels whom Azazel was keeping an eye on, both had potential to become Archangels and he wanted to see how well they handled this purge.

"It seems that Urbadelphia has provided us with a workout." The Archangel said, his voice carrying across the group. He looked over his shoulder at Ithiel and Kumiko, giving them a small nod. "We can expect a tough fight further into the city, it would do well now to try and stretch your legs a little bit." He motioned to the two gangs fighting. "We could use the warm-up."

With that, Kushiel and Grigori started to casually walk down towards the fighting below, Azazel gave one small smile, motioned for the others to follow and then set off himself.

[Ithiel]

"Hardly sufficient for even a warm-up," Ithiel remarked casually, flipping his dagger from hand to hand easily until it rested in a combat ready position within his grip. The breeze teased at his pinkish-colored hair and matching costume, his disinterested gaze taking in first the Scarves and then the Blades.

"I'll take care of it for you, My Lords.... My Lady," there was a flourish, "since there's no need for you all to trouble yourselves when Kumiko and I can easily dispose of these."

[Kumiko]

Kumiko bows her head and asks for the Lord's guidance in this fight and to help Ithiel to keep his aim true. Then she nods, turning her gaze onto the fray, both sides are equally in need of judgement, though it is not her place to give it. Although, an order was given, she will follow through with it with out flaw.

She glances to the Archangels, her gaze asking if they may begin.

[Azazel]

"As much as I'm sure that Azazel would love to sit back and relax..." Grigori mumbled in his deep tones, with a smirk. "We all need to get our feet wet!" Kushiel simply nodded her agreement and took a ready stance, along with her fellow Angels. Azazel raised one hand, and made one swift motion, signalling everybody forwards.

"Begin."

Grigori and Kushiel simply disappeared from view, with Azazel soon disappearing after them. The trio seemingly materialized right in the midst of the gang war, which instantly caused some alarm on both sides.

"Who the hell are-"

A scarf was cut off mid sentence by the giant fist of Grigori which sent the man flying off into the distance. Kushiel thrust a kick in the direction of a Blade, sending them crashing into the ground with a heavy thud. Finally, Azazel raised his right hand and pointed out one finger, before thrusting it into the face of a Blade, sending it tumbling back amongst its comrades who started snarling and snapping in anger.

"We are the angels. We are here to deliver judgement."

[Kumiko]

Walking in after the three she calmly aims her first attack at a Scarf, equal in sin and equal in judgement, both sides need to be delivered equal levels of control. Her gaze flicks onto one, sending them flying into another. For a moment her mind had glazed over their thoughts, this seems to be an independent battle, dogs with out a master are sightless and foolish. She then focuses on reaching near the three higher up Angels, calm, cool, her expression blank.

[Ithiel]

"Kuuuumi, dear~" Ithiel said with a grin, coming up beside her. "Why don't you take care of the whelps while I take care of the dogs, hm? That's a good girl."

Then he pulled ahead, leaping, flipping, and landing amongst the Blades, dagger drawn and slicing into one of the werewolf-creaturesas he fell to the ground. His eyes seemed to almost glow with pleasure as he spun, dancing a deadly dance of blade that left crimson trails in his wake.

A faint smile graced his face, serene, detached, yet pleased, his eyes giving away the dark pleasure he got in destruction.

Guardian? Bah.

In his private thoughts, he was an Avenger.

[Kumiko]

"Kumi, take care of the whelps... that's a good girl."

Another order.

Another voice in command, somewhere she can feel happiness brimming in her. With out someone to lead a horse to water it will never get a chance to drink. And drink in the righteous judgement she shall.

She nods and blinks towards a nearby Scarf, slipping into their thoughts, and she carefully bring them crippling down as if their brain had splat against the back of their skull. All Kumiko knew it could have, but her gaze flicks again, mind tripping another getting too close to where she stands just one foot from the Archangels.

Kumiko doesn't take pleasure in this sort of thing, but she does enjoy direction at the time its given. If she were to be redirected once more she would move with out flaw. Her total focus on the Halfers. Demons in their own rights, just like those contorted, converted, sickening creatures Guardian Ithiel is dealing judgement to.

Gaze flickering through them once more she ponders for a moment if these two groups would even act like loyal dogs if their masters were present. She concludes not, given the savagery displayed here on this day.

While she fights she sighs to herself, body unmoving beyond the flick of her eyes. An easy target, possibly...

[Azazel]

Azazel reached out and grasped a fist almost too casually that was heading in his direction. He stared curiously at the perpetrator of the attack for a moment, trying to piece together some form of logic as to why they were standing against beings of such a higher order. He grunted as he exerted pressure onto the hand, feeling the bones within it simply turn to powder in his grasp before releasing his grip, allowing the victim to drop onto their knees and clutch desperately at the ruined limb. They didn't even see the Archangels boot almost casually collide with their face.

Grigori had clutched one Scarf by the neck, and was swinging them this way and that, using them as a weapon to beat away his opponents. They all started to back off nervously from the giant as they worried over whether or not they would end up as his next club. The big man gave the shortest grin before tossing his toy aside and stepping forwards and raising a single fist before slamming it into the ground, sending those around him sprawling to the floor.

Kushiel was weaving in between Blades, her hands thrusting out, jabbing opponents in the throat and cutting off their breath, before disappearing again. She was suddenly next to Azazel.

"The Guardians are handling themselves well." She muttered, her mouth covered by the large collar of her coat. Azazel simply nodded.

"Everybody has something to learn."

With that, the pair broke off again, engaging once more into combat.

[Ithiel]

A claw swiped forward towards Ithiel, and was rewarded with a dagger in it's owner's back for it's trouble.

"Really, you'd think that for the chosen servants of a powerful demon, you'd fight better than this~" he said, removing the dagger in a spray of blood that he dodged as easily as the next attack - really, bloodstains did not go with this outfit - and took the next Blade across the throat, kneeing its head downwards as he did so.

He frowned - these gloves would need to be cleaned later - before the smile returned as he came face-to-face with another, just-as-short-lived wolfman.

"Such a shame," he sighed. "Such a pity. I do prefer worthy opponents. This is like stretching before exercise, necessary but utterly boring."

[Kumiko]

For a moment her gaze flicks over to the pink haired angel, but then she sighs and turns her gaze back to her side. Her eyes narrow as one brakes free from the ring and goes for her. She blocks his flying fist, the contact making her wince from the close proximity of the attack. But she just squints and sends them flying back, with a jerk of her head up they lift up before her head returns to normal level, her eyes flicking ahead of time. They slam into the ground before one red and one blue eye flicks and they are thrown into a couple of the Blades.

Honestly.

This fight almost seems point... No, no. She can not think like that, especially right now. She has her orders. Now they must finish this.

[Azazel]

"Everybody has something to learn"

The words rang through Kushiel's mind as she weaved between Blades, her hands striking out and swiftly killing off any and all who dare get into her way. What could Azazel have meant by that..? She knew that the Archangel never meant anything literally, so was he insinuating more than he let on? Or was she just looking to much into it?

Grigori grabbed a Scarf by the neck, and lifted him up and off the ground. He held them there, staring across at the other nearby Scarves, raising one eyebrow as if in challenge, before slamming his current victim down, cracking the Earth beneath him. He gave a single derisive grunt before moving on to another target.

Azazel grabbed an incoming punch and ducked low, lunging forwards, driving his shoulder into his victims gut. Disappearing from view, he reappeared above them, slamming the heel of his foot into the top of their head and knocking them down onto the ground, unconscious. He crossed his arms and looked around at the fighting Angels surrounding him.

"Finish them off."

[Kumiko]

Kumiko nods to the command.

She then directs her ability around the area, eyes drifting from person to person. A blank expression forms on her face as she passes from mind to mind, so many personalities swarming in as she pushes them around, constantly scanning as she slams a couple - two right next to each other, one right after the other - into the ground.

Darting her eyes to a Blade her eyes flicker before they howl in pain and cripple down. She continues to calmly pick off those that the other four wouldn't be able to get to effiant time to end this battle quickly...

Although.

To call it a battle would say that the opponents are evenly matched. Honestly this is more like sl--

No. She already told herself to stop thinking like that. If this continued she may as well not think at all. Kumiko would prefer it that way.

So she returns to her cold assault, slipping a couple steps back from the fight, not wanting to outshine or be more noticed than the true righteous avengers...

[Even that doesn't wound right... No, stop that!]

Her gaze flints around, also taking in note what everyone else is doing along with her own targets. Calmly she waits for either an announcement of their victory or to be told to stop attacking.

[Azazel]

Grigori picked up one of the few remaining conscious opponents, and dealt with them quickly. Holding them in front of his face, he raised his hand and curled his fingers inwards, gently resting them against their forehead, he gave a short smirk before releasing their neck and flicking his fingers outwards. The scarf was sent flying backwards, cutting clean through the wreck of a discarded car before rolling a further few feet, eventually stumbling to a stop, dead. The giant turned to Azazel and nodded. Kushiel also flitted to Grigori's side.

Azazel returned the nod, before raising a hand, the signal for them to let up on the attack. They had sent their message.

"Alright. Let's go."

Azazel set off towards the City, walking slowly, allowing the others to keep up with ease.

[Ithiel]

Ithiel sighed, swiftly finishing the last of the Blades attempting to claw his heart from its eternal resting place, and leaped backward, an acrobatic flip that dropped him directly into position behind the three Archangels. He followed them away, clucking over the condition of his gloves.

"I hope the mortal world has decent cleaning services. Probably nowhere near as good as the ones in Heaven.... these will never be the same again, and that fight was so not worth the cost. Do you know how expensive these were?" he complained to no one in particular. "Ah, well. I suppose that's the price of doing God's work~ Don't you agree, little Kumi~?"

He threw an arm around her shoulder with a big grin. "Why don't we work together, hm? CLean this city up in half-time and then go back home in time for a nice dinner together, hm?"

[Kumiko]

Kumiko didn't hear the pink haired one for she had knelt down and now has her hands pressed together at palms and fingertips. Her head is bowed with her chin nearly resting on her middle fingers. Almost silently her lips move with her eyes partially lidded, fluttering slightly open and closed as she speak.

"Heavenly Father, please forgive me for I have sinned. I have brought pain, suffering, and wrath upon your world," Her eyes stay closes and her mouth hangs open as she sends the rest of her silent prayer before she speaks again. "And even if you will not forgive me My Lord. Please protect the others, guide them with your all knowing and divine will. In your name alone I pray. Amen."

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up to Ithiel, "I will do as I am ordered to do. If Azazel wills me to be partnered with you then I shall be. Until then..." The blue haired angel stands, some of her hair covering her blue eye leaving the obviously red one open to the world, her closes are dirty from her prayer on the ground, but she does not clean herself for this is God's creation thus she doesn't wish to dishonor with him some sort of rude gesture such as cleaning herself where she just prayed... on the other hand if she's later told to make herself presentable she shall. "... I will only do as directed immediately... Forgive me if you feel this is unruly or rude, but you are not the General here, there for I mustn't use your word to over step the General's... Unless directed so by the Almighty himself." With that she strolls, quickly, but causally behind the others ahead, not wanting to be left behind.