Damian
Damian followed Lazarus out onto the field and waited until he was certain that Lazarus was ready before drawing his cutlasses and taking a fighting stance, one sword held at an angle in front of him, the other held above his head. Closing his eyes to focus his magic energy, an orange magic circle appeared beneath him with crossed swords in the middle. "Release skill restraint Alpha. Confirmation Sigma twelve." The circle changed from orange to green, and then vanished. When Damian opened his eyes, they looked sharper than when they had walked out. Exhaling slowly, he tensed his muscles more. "Ready? Go!" Spinning both blades, they glowed green with magic energy. "Six Blade strike!" Three blades came out from the attack and flew at Lazarus in a hexagon shape.

As the first attack close, he dashed to the left and sheathed one cutlass, the one on his back. "Blade shield Omega, arm position." Holding the unarmed arm straight out to the side as he ran, a large green shield with a the tip of a blade appeared on it, the body even looking blade like, edges and all. Spinning to face Lazarus again, his eyes glinted with a determined light. "Blade Fall, alpha strike!" Three large blades appeared in the sky above him and fell, shattering into thirty blades each halfway down from their fall. You've less distance to react, Lazarus. Your turn.

Lazarus
Lazarus stood perfectly still as the younger man fired up his magic. He smirked as the first attack came in. Leaning back on one leg he put his hands in front of him. "Lord's protection!" His hand glowed white for a split second, before a blinding shield appeared in front of him, incinerating the blades as they passed through. As Damian darted left, Lazarus' eyes followed. The new set of blades fell from above and split, and Lazarus just watched all 30 blades come raining down. He's fast. But not fast enough "Wing formation!" His angel wings formed, and he crouched, before darting directly upwards. He narrowed his eyes, increasing his speed, heading directly for the shards cycling towards him. He swept left and right, in and out, between the blades at a ridiculous speed, before emerging at the top, hovering pretty high. "Victory light!" He used both hands and not just one, to cast a more powerful spell. He was going all out from the start this time. His white, blinding beam of energy fired, and streamed towards Damian.

Damian
Damian had counted on the use of Lazarus's Wing Formation and the distance attack. If he'd learned anything from fighting Mayt, it was that he didn't want to get close to melee range. "Shield brace, lock." Facing the attack, the tip of the blade extended into the ground as he kneeled down and took the impact. He grunted when the spell struck the shield but he held for the duration, grinning when he felt the energy stopped pushing. "Counter strike, wave." A burst of blades shot out from the shield towards Lazarus in a cone shape and the shield's sword tip withdrew from the ground.

Taking a running start, he slung the blade he'd used as a shield to the ground and it hovered there for a moment before moving just ahead of him. "Striker blade, transport mode." Leaping onto it, he soared straight at Lazarus with another shield appearing on his arm before he held it out in front of him and grinning. "Sonic thrust alpha." The shield blade extended to be longer in both directions, only the back still looked like the base of a sword blade without the hilt. Damian had also picked up considerable speed for the attack.

"Let's see who chickens out first, Lazarus! You or me!" The distance was closing rapidly, with Lazarus running out of time and Damian clearly wouldn't veer off course even if Lazarus attacked back. The blade could split the worst of it.

Lazarus
Lazarus floated in mid air, arms crossed. It looked like a struggle, but Damian blocked his holy light. "Hmph." He saw Damian hurtling towards him. Commendable. He smirked. "My soul.... is burning." He bore his teeth and angled himself towards Damian. "Max speed!" He shot forward. "Regulus impact!" His fist glowed silver also. He would aim directly for his shield. His speed increased greatly, faster than that on Damian. His fist finally made contact with Damian's shield. The two magics coming together caused an outwards explosion, sending Lazarus flying backwards. He used his wings to steady himself, before coming to a heavy landing on account of his ribs. "Heavenly." He looked at Damian with challenging eyes.

Damian
The explosion had sent Damian reeling back towards the ground, the blade he'd been using for the flight based attack having shattered from the shock wave of the blast. He could see the ground approaching quickly in his fall and he realized he only had the one chance. Sheathing his other cutlass, he closed his eyes and spread his arms. "Double blade shield alpha!" The shield from before appears on both arms, arresting his momentum enough that he was able to front flip into his landing and slide across the ground to a stop. Shoulders burning with that stunt. Best to keep it on the ground for the rest of this.

Dismissing one of the shields, he draws the cutlass from his waist again and faces Lazarus, the blade glowing blue again. "You're every bit as good as I thought you were. Can't let this draw out too much longer I would think." Spinning the sword into a reverse grip, Damian slammed the blade into the ground and smiled to himself. If he played this right, he would set Lazarus up for Armageddon Storm. After that, he would have to unlock the Omega lock to keep going, and that was something he'd rather not do. "Blade Volcano!" The field in front of him was suddenly filled with blades rising rapidly towards Lazarus.

Lazarus
His arms were still folded. "Uh. You're right. Better not drag this out. So let me ask you something. Do you believe... in angels?" He smirked. "My soul is burning." He spread his wings. "Wing concentration!" He brought them back, before bringing them forward, using a large amount of magic power in one swipe. His wings created a large air wave. He used it to match the blades ferocity. The wave would swipe most of the blades aside, and carry on through to Damian. Some blades however weren't as affected, and swept past Lazarus, slicing at his cheeks and arms. "My soul... is burning hot." He grinned. "Come Damian. Receive... your judgement..." He gestured Damian to come at him.

Damian
Damian had barely managed to get the shield between him and the blast of energy, but it still burned the right side of his face. Facing Lazarus again, he noted that he was cut up again from the blades that hadn't been affected at all or as badly. He was also unmoved, meaning he'd have to wait a little longer to try and use Armageddon Storm. Instead he held the cutlass out to the side and then twisted it so the edge of the sword was facing back. A moment later, a large magical blade erupted from the hilt of the cutlass, known as a Doom Blade. Damian had used it in his match with Sasha and she'd used her environmental edge to her advantage.

Dropping into a crouch, he held the shield in front of him. Holding a small blade in his hand, he made it look like he was getting ready to block another attack. In truth, he was setting up a trap. "Subterranean blade," he whispered, letting it drop. Standing up again, he takes a ready stand with the cutlass out to one side and the shield in front. "I'll let you go first this time."

Lazarus
He laughed, before lighting up his hands with flames. "As you wish." He smirked. "Oh.... but.." His voice turned cold. "Heaven see's all." He chuckled, faking a regulus impact. Whilst Damian had been setting up a defense, he had been drawing. "Tower of judgement." He chuckled. The tower struck downwards, the circles arranged above Damian's head. He reformed his wings, and used the settling dust as an escape to fly up about 15 feet.

Damian
Damian kept on cursing himself mentally as he regained his footing from the blast. The dust would keep Lazarus from seeing what he was up to, and he was growing tired of playing nice, as nice as continually trying to beat each other into a bloody pulp was. Kneeling again and dismissing the shield on his arm, he focused again, the blue magic circle that had started as orange appearing once more. "Release skill restraint Omega. Confirmation Beta twenty-six." The blue circle turned black and then vanished one more time and when Damian's eyes opened this time, they were hard and determined.

"Blade Fall Omega. Bring the rain." Sprinting underneath Lazarus as upwards of a hundred black colored ethereal blades fall towards him, he slides to a stop and sticks out his free arm again. "Blade Shield Omega." It forms on his arm again with several smaller blades sticking out from the front and a sword hilt sticking out from the top. Sure Lazarus would try and dodge again, Damian Starts moving again, the edge of the cutlass alight with black magic energy. "Omega Piercing blade, explosion verified." Twisting as he leaps, he slashes and sends the single large blade flying towards Lazarus, hoping that he'd bait him back to the ground with one of the two attacks.

Lazarus
Lazarus bore his teeth. Damian was smart. He didn't he the magical power left to tap into hell's reserves, and he didn't want to use THAT. He pondered, before deciding. Midnight blitz He repeated it in his head. He wasn't strong enough to use it on a person, nor did he want to make Damian disappear. But he technically could use it on all of the attacks. He flickered his eyes. He didn't really care about S class anymore. Damian hurt Sasha. He chuckled, watching the attacks fly towards him. "My soul... is burning." He said that rather coldly. "How about we end this?" He grinned menacingly. He extended his wings, and darted up into the sky, getting scraped by swords, fragments of metal latching to his skin and bandages, but he made it through above everything. He used Lord's protection to block to incoming second attack. After reaching the highest altitude he could with his remaining magic, he outstretched his arm. "Heaven. Lend me your power. Judge us both as we stand." He paused. "Heaven's... pain." (see skills list in cs) He charged all of his magic into the ball, before yelling out, hurling it to the ground. The explosion was colossal, and blinding. Even so that Lazarus had to cover his eyes.

Heaven's pain was it, that was everything he had thrown into one attack. He fell from the sky, reaching the ground and landing with a thud, chest first. He pushed himself onto his knees panting. To see what his actions had done. He wasn't fighting anymore, that was for sure. Heaven's pain was every last drop of magic he had fused into one concentrated attack over the entire battle field. So no more magic was left to use. He coughed and spoke out. "Do... you believe in angels?" He fell forward, onto his hands, hoping to the heavens that he had taken Damian out with him.

Damian
Damian watched the incoming blast of magic energy as it grew closer, waiting until the last possible moment to use the Omega Shield on his arm. Dropping into a crouch, he braced himself. "Shield brace, bunker, lock." A series of black blades enveloped him as the points all locked into place around him, the roof forming over him just as the energy impacted. The shield held for thirty seconds before breaking, and the Damian found the wall behind him. The time between when he was blasted off his feet and impact with the wall gave him time to summon another shield, but it didn't do much good, the collision leaving the arm with the shield pinned in the rest of the spread eagle. Ow... When it ended, he pulled himself out the wall and fell to one knee, the bunker having used a lot of magic energy just forming and trying to hold.

He stood only when he heard Lazarus hit the ground with a heavy thud and even then it took a good deal of effort, the impact having broken three ribs on his left side and possibly fractured his left arm. Still, he pushed through the pain and resumed his ready stance, drawing his other cutlass and readying himself. Then Lazarus fell again, after saying one simply question. "Do... you believe in angels?"

"No, but I believe in good fights, and that was," he coughs and forces his vision back into focus, "one hell of a fight."