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[color=Gold][h2]Raziel, The Holy Bolt[/h2][/color]

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Traveling at the speed of lightning, Raizel found himself thinking ahead, looking for ways to counter his enemy, and even counter his enemies counter. That would prove to be a life saver for general, as he found himself face to face with Grafdakka's saw. Despite the situation, the Seraph did not panic, instead, he made a split second decision, to exit the bolt. Raizel knew the consciences of such an exploit, it was fool hardy. It would have been smarter to take the saw in his intangible form, and simply be absorbed, but he couldn't leave his angels, not without a leader.

Even before a blink of an eye, Raizel exited the bolt, tumbling outwards onto the deck, unfortunately, not before the saw severed his forearm completely. Raizel screamed in pain as he crumpled to the floor, and Grafdakka abandoned ship. White-hot blinding pain beyond anything he could have imagined rushed through his body, bombarding his mind without circumvent. He was amazed he remained conscious. It was really a quite agonizing experience. Every moment was felt as if he stuck his whole hand in lava. Unfortunately, Raizel didn't have time to worry about his arm, dozens of undead angels had came galloping at him.

Raziel, on his knees, stared at his reanimated allies, the light in thier eyes showing the threads that they hung by. They were alive, slowly being eaten from the inside out, but thier minds were kept intact, by some kind of parasite. Some were naked, particularly the females. At that moment, with the earth rushing past him, his right arm lost, and undead angels after him, Raizel did not feel fear, nor shame, nor peace. At that moment, all he felt was primal rage, the will not only to live, but to crush all those who defiled his comrades.

Without a moments hesitation, the general palmed his severed arm, and pumped hundreds of volts into the wound. The tissues under the skin started to boil and bubble, but soon burnt, turning the whole area black. Words could not describe the pain, but Raizel was not only pushed on by his own power, but by the will of the heavens. Quickly, Raizel rerouted the electricity into his body, empowering himself so the pain would only became a dull ache, and heightening his senses, and capabilities.

Despite he enhanced condition, Raizel barely dodged an incoming spear to the face. The world went in slow motion as he observed the spear tip. Hundreds of maggots crawled along the blade, ready to devour his body if he so much as touched it. He couldn't be hit by them. Without a moment to lose, Raizel whipped out his holy blade,  Lepída tou Lightning, sweeping it in a wide arc to cut the torso of the undead angel, running clean through.

Lightning arced of the blade as Raizel broke into a dance, cutting, slicing, dodging. He held no place for his fallen comrades in his heart, thier judgment would be swift and gratifying. This was where Raizel thrived, it was his forte, swordplay, or in this case, butchering. Thinking that it had found his blind spot, the undead angel jumped at him, spear outstretched. Unfortunately, it was mistaken, as the laws of the universe would instead throw the reanimated corpse back into a wall. Thankfully, Raizel wasn't alone and the deck, angels that had managed to hold on, jumped into the fray. One, unfortunately found itself with maggots eating at his hand, the angel and grabbed a reanimated fighters neck. Without hesitation, Raizel severed the angels head from its shoulders, and did so for the rest of the corpses. Judgment had been swift, but that battle had been far from over. 

While the deck seemed to be near empty, with angels and man fighting in the distance, Raizel found himself alone. Resting on his blade, he went on to calculate his odds. Things looked grim, for the angels of heaven. 

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