The Siege of New Pheonix (Open)

Azrael-Angel Of Death-New Pheonix/Above Ground
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Azrael stood atop the city walls looking out over the landscape, a sandy desert extending away in all directions. The sun was beaming down on him and there was a hot, dry breeze that blew waves of sand everywhere. There was one whispy cloud that was almost torture looking at in this 100+ degree weather. His wings were held tightly against his body tucked underneath his cloak so sand wouldn't collect up in there. There was nothing as annoying as getting sand in the wings. He was with his four other counterparts, each an angel and each given a gift that cursed them. They were known as the five points, and ironically they were the reason the pentagram was in existance. The points on the star represented these five angels and if you connect them to eachother and draw the circle around them you can see the very way they were made.

His appearance today was the same as it had been for a few days now. He was wearing armor that his best friend had given him a while back, and the armor was all black. It was a thin, but strong material, light weight, almost the perfect material and it had an odd chestplate image that had become the isignia of Azrael's group. A gold 'X' divided the chestplate into four sections. In the top sections was a sun made out of clear diamond, in the bottom section of the plate three earth pillars made out of harsonet garnet were engraved. In the left section of the 'X' two fire ball was engraved, made out of ruby. And in the right section four rain drops were depicted out of saphire. His hands were wrapped in dusty rags, that were a dull green. His tan pants were a loose fitting kind that had hardened leather on the thighs, and shins. He wore nothing on his feet and they were really dusty. His skin was a golden tan, his hair was a dirty blonde that spiked over the blue bandana he was wearng around his head, and his eyes were changing from a bright blue, like the sky, to a dark green, and back again.

He squinted into the distance holding essense-binoculars to his face and nothing came up in them. No dimension destabilzings, no portal rifts, no essense trails of hell beings, he saw a scout group on the horizon, outlined in blue, making their runs- nothing to signify anything of importance. He laughed as he took the binoculars away from his face and turned them around in his head inspecting them.

"Hey. Isn't it funny the things that happen on this earth? Some of the things on this planet keep on getting more technologicly more advanced while other things go backwards."
The other four angels agreed with him and made some comments of their own but Azrael already had tuned them out again.

He looked back and he could see the city of Old Pheonix sprawling behind them, in ruins, and still smoldering. Most of the city had moved underground before the attack happened anyways so it was no hard matter getting everyone else to move in as well. The city was self sufficient and completely protected from attacks. The enemy would have to want this place really bad to attack.

He got lost in his thoughts again but was pulled out of them when a person approached him and his group from the underground city entrance. "Rail." One of the angels called, "Looks like we are going to have company."
Azrael looked at the sun even though he didn't need to. Looked like he was going to meet somebody today.

Mary slammed the hammer down and stepped back to admire her newest creation. It was a metal rod and when the button was pressed it unfolded into a bow with a light made of pure UV light that was so hot it could go through thin peices of metal. The city had requested more weapons to kill vampires as of late, though she was more concerned about demons. But hey, that was again her opinnion. She ran her hands over the smooth and deceptively seamless edges, most vampires would mistake it as a metal baton until they pressed the button on the handel unleashing the uv beam and cutting through them like a hot knife through soft butter. Placeing it aside she padded out of the dark forgery specificaly made for her and her "ability" and was imeadiatly bombarded by one of her corprals. "My lady, you are needed in the training grounds." He said quickly, bowed curteously and sped off. Damn drama in this place never ended, the yougner angels would get into fights with each other over the dumbest things and get into those 'formal' duels of which they would puff up all testeroney and beat each others to a pulp with they 're bare hands and only she could stop one of those duels. The only peace she ever got was in that tiny forge. "Sigh not another one." She muttered to herself as she walked twoards the training grounds where the two had begun to open their wings to their full size and puffed out their chests. "Gentlemen are we primemates? My lord with all the male fumes in the air you two might as well be banging your bloody chests! Break it up now we have a war outside to prepare for and I'd rather not have my men as bloody pulps for the demons to suck the blood out of." She said as she walked up to both of them and slapped them on the chests hard. She was a short girl but she still radiated great authority over them even though she only reached their chests, but then again most of them were freaking giants at 7'9 but they had to be. "Break it up you two!" She commanded scowling feircely at the two of them as they backed down sheepishly, "Now you are going to tell me why on earth is it that you two are 'always' basicly in every single bloody fight? Fight demons not each other." And as they began to mutter their little excuses as to who started it and why she gave them acold glare signaling that this was their last warning and to shut their mouths as she turned to the rack and pulled out a sword and set up training again giving the two the harder excersises and made them re-do it if they fell or messed it up. After finishing up she walked up to her post ontop of the wall and like everynight, watched the skies and ground for trespassers.

Azrael-Angel of Death-New Phoenix/Above Ground
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Azrael heard the beeping in his ear from a communication piece and he turned quickly towards the desert again. He switched frequencies to one of the scout groups known as the Alpha squad. He was listening to and he heard a many people talking at once and he knew that it was bad. Shouts were coming through the ear piece and he winced at the piercing. He started yelling through the piece, "We need a report! Give me a report!"

He tried to pinpoint what they were saying but everything was gibberish. He knew that he wasn't going to get an answer. He turned to his group on the wall who were watching the angel Mary walk to the wall. He tapped Michael on the shoulder and he turned, "Where is alpha group supposed to be patrolling?"

Michael looked over distractedly but then when he processed the question and the answer, his eyes grew wide and filled with something, not fear, and he said, "The south."

Azrael already had suspected that much, just wanting official confirmation, and he switched signals while telling Michael to switch to Alpha's radio frequency and try to make some contact. The other three angels had turned and looked and knew something was up. Azrael turned to the frequency of New Pheonix's leader and he made contact quickly.

"Destin."
"Azrael... You are using the emergeny signal at the wrong time. Please tell me you made a mistake."
"I never make mistakes."
"What a cocky thing to say."
"Only cocky if it isn't true."
"Azrael... Are you trying to tell me death and dying isn't a mistake?"
"Enough. We don't have time for this. Alpha squad is under attack and they are patrolling the south."
A silence ensued, the friendly air between the two was gone. "You're sure?"
"Why else would they not be able to make contact with us. I switched over and they are all yelling and screaming and I can't make heads or tails of it and no one responds to me. Phoenix is next."
Another silence and then Destin exploded, "Damn it! Azrael! We can't be attacked! You know what that means right? If we fall this entire hemisphere falls. We aren't ready for this! Even with you and the four! You know who is going to be leading them... And Gabriel is over in Safe Haven. He won't make it in time! What are we to do?"
"Well... An emergency call needs to go through the city and surrounding areas. The more fighters we get in here the better. Shut the city down to the lower levels and have all the fighters in the upper parts. We have all the angels on above ground duty to take the brunt of the assault. You forget that they don't knew that we are here. They think we are with Gabriel. That shall be the best advantage we get."
"Alright... Lock down, status red, code 10. How much time do we have?"
"A day. Not more than that. Keep this on at all times. And send the angels up here asap."
"Got it... Good luck."
"Luck? No. Luck is not what we need. Azrael out."
He looked over at Michael who shook his head in response to the unvoiced question. The other three looked back out into the desert but Azrael refused to look, "We have under 24 hours before they arrive. We need to prepare."

Mary was in the middle of dueling with one of the men for practice when her radio gave a loud BLEEEP! Angels are needed outfront now! We are going under seige in a 24 hour period get your asses out there and meet up with Azrael now! "Well shit! Men arm up and meet me at the gates you have five minutes go!" She bolted down the halls twoards the armoury and blasted trough the door as STATUS RED CODE 10 blasted from the speakers. She quickly braided her hair into a bun and stepped onto the blue pad which automaticly attached all the armour onto her which took an agoniseing three minutes to acomplish. The armour was thick yet light as a feather and she leaped off the pad the moment the last peice of armour clicked into place and the visor flipped over her head. Grabbing her weapons she headed out the door with a minute to spare as she met her men out front. All lined up and ready for duty with their vast weapons ready to go, she paced infront of them and attempted to contact azrael and destin.

"Azrael This is sargent whitewing, where the hell are you? Whats the situation out there."

"Destin I want to know what is exactly out there before I send my men out." There was a silence before he reponded,

"Whitewing Alpha squad is under attack. They are patrolling the southern area get your angels asses out there and help them."

"Affirmitive Destin we will be right out."

She turned to face her men, "We are going to assist Alpha squad then we are to prepare for all out war in 24 hours. This time gentlemen gabriel is NOT going to help us." She made the 'not' stand out which brought a silence over her men. "I don't know what we are up against in the 24 hour period but it can't be good, after the rescue I want you to prepare for the worst." And with that took to the air and flew to alpha squad.
She tuned into Alpha squad and got a blast of yelling and promptly turned it off. Damnit they were panicking again humans were prone to panic yet they keep trying to prove to her they are brave when at this moment alpha was probably peeing their pants in fear. Storms clouds blew in as she began to call on her element, lightning. Untameable untouchable, perfect for burning demons blackened hearts.
As they decended over the alpha squad she could plainly see why they were pissing themselves in fear. They were surrouned in what seemed to be large tentacles sticking out of the ground but she knew better. This was one big demon under the ground and underneath the soil in the middle was probably its mouth.

She radioed in the situation,
"Destin its a burrowing demon, only one but its probably a scout."

The demon couldn't see from under the ground, but it could feel vibrations of human footsteps like a form of ecolocation. And due to the alpha squad running in fear, trying to find a way out her squad was able to manouver one man behind every tentacle and to position herself over the middle. Men were screaming up at them, "Help us goddammit! What the hell are you doing?!" Silently on her mark the men sabbed their blades deep into every tentacle, releaseing the holy water and angel blood mixture into its system. The demon screamed in pain and the men on the ground covered their ears and fell to the ground, "MOVE ALPHA SQUAD GET OUT NOW!" She screamed to them bellow. Fleeing blindly the men booked it as the giant beak of the demon broke out of the ground, amplifying the scream of the demon as the angel blood flowed through his, burning as it went. Pulling out her bow and arrows she aimed into the mouth of the monster to its only weak spot, a small bubble as the back of its throat. Get through that and the arrow will peirce the heart behind it. Time went still as she let go the arrow and at that precise moment sent a arc of electricity through it. As it spun electrified down into the beasts jaws the beast tried to jump up and bite her, missing by scant inches. She didn't even flinch as the barbs on the end of the beak grazed her ankle and only the slippery armour prevented her from being dragged down as she made the volts in that arrow over the charts of human mesureing of electric waves. the moment the arrow had contact with the soft membrane all the energy in that arrow came out with a large bang as the heart exploded and anything inside the membrane exploded. The demon didnt even have time to writhe in pain before it died.

"Alpha is safe destin we are awaiting orders from azrael."

Her men landed on the ground and were escorting the wounded back to the city, she landed with a soft thud and folded her large wings behind her and adressed their commander. "What the hell were you doing out there, haven't you people been told what a burrowing demons lair looks like?! You are damn lucky we got there in time." She proceeded to scold the bright faced man as one of her younger men spoke up, "Ooohh man your gonna get it Mary doesen't like idiots." Her men chuckled as they carried the wounded men which was basicly everyone but three men back to the city.

Phoenix/Avatar of Maros/New Phoenix-Desert

Phoenix sat back in his chair, the small building that he had taken up residence in was the crumbling remains of an old fuel station. It was filled with rows of empty shelves that must have been scavanged fairly early on, but he managed to find a bit of preserved food in the back of the store. The orange and yellow Harley motorcycle outside was running low on fuel when he arrived. This station was a lucky find, as the newer fuel sources didn't deplete nearly as quickly as some of the older materials. Like gasoline, that stuff would have been gone in a heartbeat in this scenario...

While Phoenix was reminiscing, he felt a presence nearby. Humans, but something was off about them. He focused for a moment. Possesed. He took the bag of chips he was eating in one hand, and drew one of his twin pistols, looking up at the door, sure enough, after a moment one appeared. It's twisted flesh and mutated limbs were an unwelcome sight while eating chips, so he set down the bag, watching the possessed human. He spoke in a mocking tone to the grotesque creature. "So, where are your little friends?" The creature's mouth opened, it's jaw dropping down wider than a regular human's could, and it released a gutteral roar, then charged Phoenix.

He shook his head as it rushed him and leapt into the air, drawing his other pistol while performing a twisting back flip that landed him directly behind the creature in a kneeling position facing it. The possessed turned around and roared in frustration, Phoenix grinned. ”Sorry man, that's checkmate." He raised both pistols parallel to each other and opened fire, shooting the creature four times in the head. It dropped to the floor and he stood up. Shrugging and speaking sarcastically. "Alright, the rest of you can come out now. Your grunt wasn't all that effective." Phoenix grinned and watched several demons appear around him in clouds of smoke. ”There you are, about time you showed up.” He pulled out Kira and Akima and imbued the bullets with fire. Phoenix dropped to the ground and sweep kicked the first demon that reached him, dashing through the gap, then turning and opening fire on the rest.

The demons combusted one by one as the bullets collided with their tainted skin. The lesser demons burst into flame easily and began to roll around on the ground screaming. Phoenix left the little room, glancing back at them for a moment. “You got your charred flesh in my chips.... Bastards.” Phoenix walked away and found an injured angel just outside of the building, surrounded by others. The poor creature was reaching for some sort of communication device. Phoenix kneeled down next to him. Shaking his head. ”Uh uh. Can't have you calling home.” He stood up and fired one shot into the agonized angel's head, then stomped on the radio.

Azrael-Angel of Death-New Phoenix/Above Ground
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Azrael knew that once the angels started coming above ground he would have to direct and lead them something he wasn't to keen on doing. That is why he left it up to Gabriel. And all the angels didn't know he was here in the city and they already all feared him and for good reason. Who doesn't fear looking at the face of death? People might say they don't but they always do. Every time. Except for two. But they should learn to fear it this time around... There would be no returning this time.

He listened to the frequency of Destin and heard Mary doing her thing. Mary was always funny to him. He listened to her report and knew that she was wrong about there only being one. There was only one that showed itself but there would be more and they would be looking at everything that was done. Who led the counter, how many were brought, how quickly that one was dispatched. The army was on the move.

He looked at Rendora, the Angel with the gift of Heaven's power, a very misleading title, and said, "I need you to make sure the wards around the city are strong. They need to come in by our rules. Sandalphon please escort her. "

She was already moving away before he could finish the sentence and Sandalphon followed quickly behind not saying anything, something very unlike him.

Azrael opened up a new frequency with Mary and spoke, "Mary this is Death speaking. Come in. I am requesting all available angels to meet me in the Phoenix above ground."


He looked out to the south again waiting for Mary to reply and he thought he saw a flicker of movement on the horizon but when he looked again it was gone.

Mary had finished scolding the man when the last of the alpha squad was taken away to the city and he was beet red in embarrasment, good. Stupid man should be more watchful if he wants to last long. Her radio screeched,

"Mary this is Death speaking. Come in. I am requesting all available angels to meet me in the Phoenix above ground."

"This is Mary, we are just bringing in the injured and we will be on our way, Take care."

She turned to her men, "Lets get the last of them in and lets go." She walked up behind Andrew who was picking up the leader to bring back, "Make his ride one hell of a time." He grined wickedly as he picked up the man and flew up and the speed of sound, scareing the shit outta the guy. Good, maybe he will be more watchful to avoid this. Spinning and opening her wings to full size she flew up behind the last of the men as they headed for the city, giggleing at andrews crazy display of spins and dives and the man clinging to him in pure fear. Hah that would teach him. Upon landing at the infirmary rooftop amongst the doctors she saw many of the injured had died not long after being brought here, damn. She hated death and hated the infirmary, not for what it did. What it did was wonderful, it was just the reek of death and pain that bothered her. "How many dead?" Her voice stiff, "All but five Sarg." A nurse replied, damnit! five out of twenty was a awful number if that man hadn- Andrew landed with the pale guy and she stopped explodeing on him and burst out laughing at the display. All down andrews chest was vomit, and his disgusted face was priceless. "Gave him one helluva ride didja?" She chuckled and he grimaced. "Go get cleaned up real quick Azraels waitin," She continued with a hidden chuckle, the nurses stared as if they had never seen an angel laugh. "What?" she asked and they didn't reply, they went back to tending to the only five of which werent doing too good either. After Andrew returned she radioed in on Azrael,

"Mmk. We are all done, comming twoards you now. Oh and if one of my men smells funky don't bother him" She chuckled on the radio a bit before turning off.

At that note she opened her wings and felt a grainy texture, damnit she had gotten more sand in them. It was a pain in the arse to clean that stuff out, she grimaced and nodded to her men whom took to the air right behind her. And they headed off to Azrael.

Azrael-Angel of Death-New Phoenix/Above Ground
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Azrael heard Mary respond over the radio, "This is Mary, we are just bringing in the injured and we will be on our way, Take care."

Azrael could hear the alarm bells sounding, sounding muffled through the speakers on the buildings that were some distance away from the wall and he could envision what was happening on the inside of the city. The angels would be scrabbling up the chutes and entryways in an attempt to be one of the first to arrive. The other fighters would be filling level one in ranks finding out what they need to do. Azrael heard a beep on his radio and he switched frequencies.

A man with a nazely voice spoke up with an un-natural hesitation, "Azrael... This is general Nottap. I was just informed by Destin that you were in town... I had no idea... It is an honor to be even talking to you. I am a little confused on why you havn't revealed your presence. I think if you had then we wouldn't be going into this state and we could of given you a royal welcome."

Azrael ignored the compliment and said, "General I have my reasons for not revealing my presence here. We need to do what we can to stem the wave that is going to pound us. Destin knows the plan so talk to him. But I want four squads of your best to occupy the city above ground."

The general was silent for a second, obviously not used to taking orders and then he responded with a strained voice. "Yes. Azrael."

Azrael switched frequencies not wanting to continue the discussion and he heard on his frequency Mary talking, "Mmk. We are all done, comming twoards you now. Oh and if one of my men smells funky don't bother him"

He waited out in the open at the bottom of the wall waiting for everyone to arrive. The first angels started arriving slowly but then there was a steady flow from the lower levels and its entrance. They were walking towards him and he could tell that some of them were putting together who he was. He was with eight other people. Kind of hard to mess this one up.

He saw Mary and her group arriving and when it seemed like most of the angels had arrived on the upper grounds he had a head count of just under 130. They wouldn't last that long against the hordes. Even with the nine archangels at the helm and there were a few angels worth noting in the ranks as well.

One of the archangels turned with a broad smile on his face, "Azrael... I am kind of wondering what happens when you die... I mean... What happens to you?"

Azrael burst out laughing and said with a mildly sarcastic air, "I can't die, I am invincible. Duh."

He turned to Mary and bowed deeply while saying, "Hello. It is a pleasure to see you again. It has been a long time. I wish it were under different circumstances but this shall have to do."

Without waiting to see what she said back he turned away and climbed to the top of the walls. He looked south and frowned. He could already see some movements in the haze of the air and knew that they were only a day away from the attack. He looked north and could see a convoy and some scout groups racing towards the city to get here before the enemy arrived. Every little bit would help.

He wondered what would happen when he died. It was an interesting thought.

Mary had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach when she landed wth her men. There were only 105 not including her own men. "Well hell.." The glanced at the surrounds and caught Azrael apporoach briefly, he turned to Mary and bowed deeply while saying, "Hello. It is a pleasure to see you again. It has been a long time. I wish it were under different circumstances but this shall have to do." She shugged "I gues-" Before she could finish he ad already turned and was up the wall surveying the area. He was worried, she could tell frm all the way down here just from the way he carried himself. Tense, almost afraid. Almost Azrael was never afraid, infact she didn't think he could die. Curiously she jumped up and used her wing to get up next to hi in a single leap and crouch next to him. "So how bad is it? Your very tense about this...Well more tense then usualy." She wispered, peering into the distance at what Azrael was looking at but not seeing it.

Andrew, her second in command radioed her,

"Yo Sarge, whats out there?"
"I do not know I am trying to find out."
"Az seems real tense today its gonna be big."
"Probably"
"Damn."

She looked into the distance and saw a small mound of sand....moving? She looked to Azrael whom was preocupied with what was in the distance, she shook his shoulder and spoke quietly. "Look that mound of sand is....moveing twoards us." She stared at and reached for her sword as it drew closer and closer. "What the hell is that?" She asked, tunneling demons when they moved created big rumbling sounds from bellow. This one barely made a sound as it zipped closer at a speed faster then the tunneling ones could possibly acheive. What could it be? Her curiosity was up and she looked to Azrael for awnsers.

Azrael-Angel of Death-New Phoenix/Above Ground, southern wall
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Azrael continued to watch the distance as Mary jumped up next to him.

She asked in a whisper "So how bad is it? Your very tense about this...Well more tense then usualy."

Azrael gave her a sidelong glance and laughed and smirked, "Tense? I am never tense. Death is such a good friend to have."

He listened to Mary's conversation but only got half of it and then turned his attention back out to the desert

He continued to look out and he watched as the plumes got bigger. This was the biggest army ever assembled and he knew it, with out even looking at the real thing. He felt his shoulder being shook and his concentration was jerked as Mary said quietly, "Look that mound of sand is....moveing twoards us. What the hell is that?"

He bit his lip and said, "That shall be a probe demon, probing our defensive wards and seeing where the weakest parts of them are. It will have to make it back to the army to give any information so we take it out before that. And don't get me wrong. The name might sound less threatening but they are more dangerous than regular tunneler demons. And they travel in groups of three or four. But on a massive seige there like this there should be three squads of them."

He looked back at the six archangels assembled and nodded at them. "No power." He called out. "All sword work." He looked at Mary and said, "Same to you. If you are coming."

With that he unfurled his massive wings that extended over 16 feet and were pure white throwing himself over the wall with reckless abandon he flew high into the sky feeling the wind rushing past him and he breathed in deeply. There wasn't much that beat flying. He felt the tenseness flow out of him and he could think a little clearer. He looked at the tunnels coming closer and closer and judging the distance he folded up his wings tight against his body into a nose dive with his sword outstretched. He closed his eyes tight rite before impact and felt himself slow down insanely the impact knocking his breath out of him. He landed with a big *Wmph* on the compacted sand below.

He stood up quickly, catching his breath and at the same time unfurling his wings and shaking sand from them. The tunnel held his wing span easily and he looked in the direction that led to the city. He glided with all speed in that direction looking for a fight and wanting to end something.

"A prob demon huh? Intresting im in. Shall I bring my men?" She grinned wickedly as her wings spread open to their 9ft spread and followed Azrael. Whom performed some crazy dives that she did on a lesser scale, and landed it silently. Azrael walked into the tunnel ahead with the stalk that looked like a lion, he was in his killing mode. Heh this was going to be fun, she thought to herself as she pulled her silver blade out. Gleaming with holy water that filled the inside of the water proof scabbard, she followed out behind him and cursed silently at the grains of sand grinding in her wings with Andrew and her officer behind her. She radioed them silently,

"No magic you two."
"Alrighty mary"
"Yes silverwing"

She then began to describe what they were after outside.

"That weee lil thing? Really mary? Its more dangerous then the burrowing demon?"

"Yup"

"Wow."

"I know its going to be fun fighting something new, but both of you keep your guards up."

"Hah mary, don't I always do?"

"Yes silverwing."

She mentaly eye rolled at andrew before continueing behind Azrael. Andrew could be quite the jokester, he made jokes to ease the tension. Though he seemed like a goofball he was deadly in combat, he was the only one in her squad thats gotten close to beating her. Close. He also had quite the power, he was able to maniulate water into any form that was needed. Though now that theres very little water its not that useful a skill, but it is a entertaining trick. She took this time to shake out what she could of the sand from her wings as they walked, and got out a large trickle of it before it was a few grains sticking to the feathers. Agh it was going to be a long night of brushing her wings. Andrew being the pest he was slipped up beside her and rubbed two of the feathers that were particularly sandy together creating a extremely itchy sensation, she slapped him while he grined wickledly and moved back to his spot behind her.

"Brat" She giggled on the communicator.

"Helpful I got most of the sand off, and managed to entertain myself with your itchyness, damn why did you have to get the softest feathers in the building they always get full of sand."

"Beats me, I'd like to know its quite annoying."

(Sorry that its sooo short Dx I couldn't think of anything really!)

((Nah, Mary, I didn't give you anywhere to go. Haha. Unless you didn't come.))

Azrael heard a slow methodical beeping sound on his radio and he switched frequencies till has on the channel with his group. "Two of you keep watch at the entrance. Any sign of a trap and get us out.Keep your eyes open, hearing won't serve us so well down here. " As he flew through the tunnel faster and faster he heard a shout in his ear that he winced from, and as he winced a flash came out from nowhere knocking him off his flight balance and he scraped a wing into a wall and then spiraled out of control. He landed hard on his side, on top of a wing, and from the pain he knew the wing was damaged badly. He picked himself off the ground shakily his left wing hanging limply by his side, a bad break in it.

"Rail! It is a trap they are going to collapse the tunnels. The ceilings have silver on them! Get out of there! We are under attack!"

He looked up and sure enough there was silver razor wire all along the top and he knew it wasn't good. He took off in the direction that he had just come from trying to use his one good wing as a speed booster but eventually tucked it in as it slowed him down more than helped. He tried to tuck in the other wing as best as possible but it was still awkwardly resting and jetting out of his body.

Azrael heard a roaring sound behind him as the sand gave way and he heard a whipping sound behind the sand falling down as the silver razor wire was brought down fast into the ground.

He heard some of them shouting, but he couldn't distinguish the voices from one another through the radio, "Hurry!"
"Rail. Get out of there."
"What the hell are you doing?!?"
"They are coming down!"

He could see the entrance of the tunnel and saw the sand closing in around him. A few more seconds and he would be out... But it was falling to fast around him. He sped up, his wing dragging in the sand behind him and he lept for the entrance as the tunnel fell down around him. He felt the silver lines tearing through his skin, his essence, and he scrabbled the last feet with a mighty effort outside as huge spasms of pain hit him from the contact with the metal. The pain lessened, as the contact with silver was taken away, dramatically and he looked up from the ground to see everyone fighting. They had been ambushed in anticipation of this move. The demons didn't know though who it was they had run into.
The enemy group was being dispatched quickly and Azrael knew he wasn't needed in the fight. He got his baring on the land scape and he saw something that he didn't want or expect to see in a million years. The demon army was already half the distance to the city. And it was huge. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers alone marching in columns silently. And here he was chasing probe demons and was outside of the city.

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat and ignored the dull ache at the base of his neck and shoulders where the silver razor lines had touched him. He knew he looked awful but he couldn't shape-shift into a new form with his wing and being touched by silver. That was asking for trouble. He had to ask one of the archangels for healing... He had to get back to the city before the enemy did.. But if he got healed that would mean they would know who they were. He looked back south and saw the army stretch into the horizon.

He didn't even need to say something before an archangel was over and healing him. The amount of power going through the healing could have been felt by a dead person. It was immense. The army, immediately started running towards the city, now it was a race to see who could get there first. Azrael took off flying as fast as he could and the other archangels flying with him.

Azrael tried to get a signal with the base but nothing was going through. This was bad.

The demon army had a lead on them by a few miles but they overtook them in minutes and they flew right into the city. Azrael turned around and muttered. "Well... We are not going to have surprise on our side..."

Mary peeked into the tunnel and felt something wasen't right. She didn't think the whole freaking thing would come down on their heads however. She cursed in both angel language and human toung as she scrambled out of the tunnel, closeing her wings to her tightly after Azrael had his wings taken down. She peered up at the celling and sure enough it had silver up there. She jumped out of the tunnel and turned to yank Azrael out but was barely missed by a demon lungeing at her. She went silent flipped over and sank her blade into the things heart before another hit could be done upon it before peering up and seeing the army at the walls already. "Well son of a gun." She muttered and got onto her squads frequency

"All my men get your asses and the other angels asses over here now."

"Cant Silverwing we are under attack as well!"

"Damnit this was a set up!"

She rolled and turned to check Azrael who was already off to the city as she charged forward and decapitated a demons head. Stabbing, and slashing she got to the middle and stood back to back with andrew and her other soldier giving them orders to get to the city as soon as possible before breaking off and using her arrows to shoot the demons down.

After the last one was down they sighed in relief and got into the air. The battle wasen't over yet, the arch angels were there but they couldnt keep them out forever. She radioed in to her squad and confirmed they'd finfihsed up and were heading to the city as well. Together they flew off twoards the city where all hell had broken loose.
Men were scrabling on the walls and screeching commands as the demons neared the wall and began to crawl up spiderman style. One of those she took down with a single shot of her arrow, the heck unless they got a miracle they were done. At this point she didnt care if the bastards were lightning proof she we going to zap their asses, calling down the largest storm she could find in the area it began to rain hard, makeing the walls of the fort slippery and sure enough the demons slipped down now that there was no longer and gripping for them. Calling down the largest lightning botls she could manage her men pulled out bows and began to shoot at the hordes of demons bellow. Only the arch angels were strong enough to land down there and not be overwhelmed in seconds but even then she doubted they'd land down there. Morphing the lightning into giant spears she launched them down at the demons with such force the electrick impact send both demons and sand flying in all directions, again and again she sent the arks of electricity down as her mend shot arrows she filled with bolts of electricity. She was in her element and was at her most powerful, though it never compare to the arch angels it was still impressive and was quite close in comparison.

She was still fireing bolts when the demonic army began to chant one word, wrah wrah! The heck was wrah??? Sure enough she found out. A dangley demon came out with a similar bow to hers only she guessed it was made of angels bones. Well oh snap, she pulled out her own bow and aimed at him. They both had their aim at each others hearts, timming would only tell whom who miss. They stare each other in the eye devoid of feeling for each other, both confident in their shot, his eyes also had the look of pure intelligence in there. So thats whom planned the whole seige was it?

They both let their arrows fly, only Mary put an extra electrical charge into it so if the shot didnt kill the explosive electricity would at least blow off a limb.

Phoenix found himself drawn to the city after his run in with the demons. There was a unique spiritual signiture. Something he had felt a thousand times before. He could feel Dragon. She was near the city, why? Surely she knew about the siege. It's the worst possible place for them to encounter eachother. If they are captured by either side, then they would die for good..... That was it. Dragon was looking for a way to end it. She figures that whatever happens, one of us will lose, and the other would finally have their victory. Being able to escape while the factions below fight each other and the loser. So be it. Phoenix would meet her and fight on the final battleground. As he came to this conclusion, he realized that he had been walking towards the city during his thoughts. It was now in sight, and Dragon's presence was immediate. He knew what cast the shadow at his feet, he knew the face that peered over his shoulder at the edge of his periferial. Phoenix spoke silently, without turning. "Dragon, it's about time you showed up. I was having such a nice time." Though he couldn't see it. He knew that Dragon was smiling when she responded. "Now now Phoenix. You can't be that dissapointed to see me. After all, it has been so long since we last met."

Pheonix spun around to face her. Letting out a reactionary grin. "Lets get this started then." He pulled out his pistols and leapt backwards, creating a wide gap between them. Dragon activated her second stage and her hands ignited, fire flowing around them. Oh, please Phoenix. We both know your little guns aren't going to get you anywhere. Lets just skip to the fun part shall we?" She swung her arm forward, and threw a soccerball sized fire ball at Phoenix. He jumped into the air and flipped over the attack, putting his pistols away while unleashing a hail of fire at Dragon. She released a wave of flame that disspersed the attacks, then began to radiate heightened waves of power. "Come on Phoenix...." As she spoke, leathery batlike wings burst from her shoulders, and her hands began to turn into scaled claws. She looked down at the ground for a moment You're losing your touch."

Her head shot back up and glared at Phoenix. Reptilian eyes and sharp fangs were now prominant features on her face. Her voice was now deep and gutteral. Time to escalate the conflict." She rushed Phoenix, he attempted to retaliate but his fire was brushed aside by the empowered Dragon. She grabbed him and flew high up into the air, with Phoenix struggling all the way. He fought frantically to release his next stage, but just as he was beginning to unlock it, he realized where they were. Below them, the hellish hordes clashed with the angelic legions at the gates of New Phoenix.

Azrael was surprised to see the demons charging so fast at them. They must know that this city would be protected by wards. But as they approached the city chanting they didn't slow down. Azrael's eyes widened as he saw them pass the place the wards should of stopped them unharmed. For them to have passed through unharmed meant that a greater ArchDemon was already in the city and had disabled them.

Azrael turned around and nealy yelled as four demons surrounded him smiling wickedly. Azrael took quick note of what was going on around. The angels and soldiers had run out to meet the demons on the walls and there was already bloodshed. The archangels were all battling groups of demons or demons one on one and seemed to be busy. He could feel the power of heaven already being drawed upon and the tolls were great. They had somehow snuck into the city. They had outsmarted him. This was going to be a long day. Azrael turned back to the four demons and immediately recognized three of them but the last one, a very attractive female in a dark way was a new one.

Abbadon smiled with an evil glee as they both knew that Azrael's chances were all ready slim of getting out of here. Abbadon had taken the form of a young human male that they both had known a while back and he said with quite a normal voice, "You know Azrael... I am disapointed in you. This victory was all to easy. And by the look in your eyes you know it. We won in the south. At Rio. That means your power is weakened considerably while each of our power has grown. You might have been able to win then... Maybe... But now? Not a chance in hell. Excuse the pun." He looked thoughtfully at his fingernails as the other three demons surrounded him. Abbadon looked up in mock shock and said, "How rude of me I haven't introduced you to my friends. This is Molek and Appolyon, I am sure you know eachother well. But this is the mastermind behind the plan that got us here. Tabaet. You should get to know her a little. She has an interesting past."

Azrael had no choice but to acknowledge her. 'God, was she beautiful.' She looked at him and laughed with a laugh that could only be described as an evil laugh that showed you were not worthy to wipe the dirt off her feet. "It was easy really. You shouldn't mind to much... Other than the fact that you are the Leader of the ArchAngels. The most powerful entities in this war."

Azrael felt the bile in his throat rise up and held himself in check barely, so he laughed and said, "You know Abbadon. You might be underestimating me. I'll admit... I felt the drain. But not as much as you may think. I was hoping to show you some new tricks I learned. But first I have to give a parameter for my learning. I have denounced Heaven. And a good friend of ours... Lucifer, has taught me some things that... You are going to be jealous of."

Abaddon took a step back, his confidence faltering, "No... He didn't." At that moment a fire ball lit the sky taking Abaddon's and the other three demons attentions away from Azrael. Abaddon whispered, "They are here... In the city."

Azrael quickly through four concussive energy bolts into the chests of his enemies and they all crumpled to the ground. Azrael frowned at the effort it took to send those and knew that they probably weren't dead. But he had to quickly stop the conflict above the city. He unfurled his wings and took off and heard in his radio, "Azrael we are in trouble the demons have just crushed the gates. We are going to get into the fray. The two warders have just returned from their duties."

Azrael swore but didn't respond. They would have to deal with this on their own. He flew up to the raging angels above him. His mission was within his grasp. He could finally finish it. He saw the one named dragon tooling on Phoenix and he could feel himself grasping into his second power level.






((Imagine the light being the on the outside and something like the second guy on the inside.))

He needed to get their attention and tell them what would happen if they continued this fight. Hopefully they wouldn't ignore an archangel that had left heaven and its protection for them.

Mary and the demon stared each other down as the demons stopped their chanting and watched the two of them face off, both had their arrows aimed at each others hearts, both arrows were made of bones of each others species so there would be no miss. But it did let mary wonder, what would happen if the bones got too close? She charged her arrow with the max electricity it could hold without explodeing and noticed that the one on the ground did the same but with negative charges. Shit what was this guy? Some negative version of her? Growling down at him she said between clenched teeth, "Bring it." at that same moment they both let their arrows loose at the same exact time, noticeing the arrows begining to hum the closer they got to each other as she jumped out of the way and screamed "Get down!" As the dark energy hit the wall behind them and exploded, leaveing a huge gap in the wall. Her arrow hit the ground and did just as much damage to the demons bellow and to her frustration. The demon was still alive! He gave her a old world bow to which she snorted to and pulled out another arrow and took aim, he did the exact same only this time he aimed at the human behind her and shot him instead. This was going to be a long day, or maybe not. She took a deep breath and entered her peaceful bubble, took aim at the demon and let go of the arrow. Before the demon had time to flinch the arrow peirced his chest and the small vial of holy water and angels blood in the arrow shattered, sending it into his blood and makeing him wither in pain. She saw a peculiar thing, they picked him up and carried him off!? What on earth? Demons did not take back the wounded from battle. It simply wasen't done, while mulling this over she began to shoot down more demons with the speed and percision that was deemed legendary by the humans in the fort. Sometimes she beleived it was so, sometimes she thought she was as powerful as the archangels. But she was smart enough and not arrogant enough to know this wasen't so. Still it was fun to think that and helped imensely with her shooting.

After hours of shooting off arrows she finaly ran out of them, but had indeed taken a good chunk out of the army. "Good." she mumbled and drew her blade and began to wack down wall crawlers, it was far more tedious then just using arrows, but she was fresh out and it would be a while until she got any more. Her men were doing well also, none had died at the current moment as far as she could see and in her books that was pretty good. After killing off another one she was beginning to see they were going to be over run when she noticed the water tower holding their supply of holy water. She snuck up behind one of the archers and took one of their arrows and took aim at the water tower, carefully lineing it up she let the arrow loose and it hit all the metal bars perfectly. The demons below laughed at her poor aim and rushed closer to the walls just as the metal gave a loud CREEEAAAAK and snapped, the water tower falling to the ground and crashing open, covering the battle ground and hundreds of demons in holy water. While they fell to the ground writhing in pain the ones behind them stepped forward, efficiently crushing them all, it had also removed a good lot of the wall climbers to which she was happy of doing. They had hundreds of holy water towers anyways they wouldn't miss one gone.

She then began to use that water to her advantage on the ground. She sent giant arc's of lightning into the ground and into the water as a sort of mine feild for the progressing demons, sending arc after arc of lightning that was off the charts in volts for any human, to crack their armour and dig deep into their flesh, and burning the demonds blackened hearts. Efficently killing them.