Silas engaged Light Speed again, cursing as the flechettes of blue energy screamed toward them. Even nearly stopping time did little to diminish the onslaught, as it still moved unreasonably quickly. Regardless, he had plenty of time to get out of the way- to an extent. Non-vital areas of his body, such his arms, a calf, a shoulder, were pierced by the arcane shrapnel. He winced in pain, but continued moving. He'd felt worse pain than this before. He dropped back into normal time and aimed himself at the Abyssal creature once again, this time not bothering with broadcasting his attacks. A Beloved appeared from the air behind him, swinging its axe at Silas' back. Silas leaped up, landing on the haft of the axe as it swung upward, being launched into the air toward the Abyssal. 

[color=goldenrod][i]Let's see how he deals with this-[/i] Dervish Dance![/color] He seemingly kicked off the air toward the Abyssal, the blades of Pleiades spinning around him in a fiery ring, like a chainsaw, eager to rip into the monstrosity's flesh...

...At least until the damn thing started talking. Eloquently. Silas' eyes widened as he called off his attack, the blades of Pleiades returning to their resting state as, once again, angelic wings sprouted from his back, flapping once to force his trajectory back and away from the creature. He fell, and landed gracefully as the Abyssal went on talking, making its- his?- observations of them. [color=goldenrod][i]It... fears us?[/i][/color] He looked down at his hand, still burning with veins of what looked like magma. [color=goldenrod][i]No... not quite us, but the power we wield. The Firebrand.[/i][/color]

The hand clenched into a fist. [color=goldenrod][i]All the more reason for us to finish this, then.[/i][/color] He began to stride forward, readying Pleiades' facets, heedless of the pressure assaulting his mind- he'd gazed upon the broken form of Jubileus before. Such an assault was child's play to ignore, for the time being. He'd have to finish this quickly, before it did become a problem, however. He gestured, one of Pleiades' blades rising to meet his mental command...

And then Souta sank to the ground, clutching his head, slurring his words. And then Mary succumbed as well, though to a lesser extent than Souta, the poor boy. Silas could have hit himself in frustration. After so long amongst his comrades, he had a tendency to forget that most mortals did not share his fortitude. He grit his teeth, looking between his pained comrades and the beast. He likely wouldn't be able to take the creature on his own, or even with Akoni and possibly Midori's support, before they too were increasingly overwhelmed by the influx of knowledge. He cursed, then swept back, calling off his attack.

[color=goldenrod]"Dammit... DAMMIT. All of this effort, and for what...? Fine. We're leaving. Consider yourself fortunate that I would prefer my allies remain alive and unbroken."[/color] He engaged Light Speed, following after the rapidly retreating forms of his comrades, clenching his fists in frustration.

[color=goldenrod][i]At least I know something more than I once did. I know the face of my enemy. And I will not rest until he is stopped. For the good of the Trinity.[/i][/color]