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

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Raizel's severed arm began to ache as he gazed about the battlefield, the deck of the Elicitor. The world around him appeared like hell on Earth; the grass no longer showing due to the torrential rain, bombs and shells attacking it through the day and night. Clouds closing in on him, threatening to suffocate him in their glum, grey state. All the nerves in his body begged and pleaded for him to stop. Mercy no longer an option. Even as the relief started to replace his ever-growing anxiety, his voice relentlessly rose, filling the thick atmosphere, yelling our orders. Dirt, soil and soot began to mock him, slowly climbing higher and higher up as the Elicitor attempted to sink deeper. 

Hundreds of angel, demon, and machina lay about, lifeless. The living, barely numbered in the forties, truly a sad outcome. Firmly grasping his blades hilt, Raizel had to come to terms with the situation. They had lost. It wouldn't have been practical for them to continue the fight, not with the remaining forces. If they pushed on, they would die, if they pulled out, they ran the risk of possibly being obliterated in thier next confrontation. The mission had been to retrieve the artifact, if the machina or the demons got thier vile hands on it, no doubt it would spell defeat for the angels in the long run. 

Raizel would have to make a hard decision, and it was in fact, the most plausible one he could come up with under the current circumstances. He would fall on a simple combat doctrine; Scorched Earth. 

With his mind undoubtedly made up, Raizel took to the air. Confused, the surviving angels followed him with grim determination. No doubt this battle would scar them, and harden them. Raizel expected to leave the enormous whole and find silence, instead, he found himself grinning at the bombardment of holy magic that was fired at the demon hoards, the hoards who were long since abounded. In the sky above, Lord Magnus floated, weaving a complex spell of holy destruction.

[color=Gold][b]"Glorious."[/b][/color] Raizel mumbled to himself as he gazed in awe at the archangels' ingenuity. That initiative pushed Raizel forward, forcing himself to fly ever faster to reach the heavens. The sky was a blanket of grey, like a great grey carpet, for the destructive shells of man had darkened the sky all the more. 

Standing right were he left them were dozens of Valkyrie staring solemnly, as the events had demoralized them greatly. Raizel couldn't have that. [b]"My lord, what is your wish."[/b] a Valkyrie murmured, attempting to hid her dissatisfaction for the battle. The general stood silently for a few seconds, could he do this? Yes, yes he could. [color=Gold][b]"Take courage my daughters, for the judgment of the heavens shall be swift upon out enemies. We will make a reply to the ones who are taunting us, with the holy light of the sky's!"[/b][/color] Raizel proclaimed. Instantly, understanding dawned upon the legion, and instantly they broke off.

In the clouds directly above the Elicitor, the Valkyrie division formed a circle, lances pointing at the metal fortress, engulfed in divine energy. It was only a matter of time before the destructive force of the heavens rained upon the Elicitor. Raizel would watch for atop a thunderous cloud, as a cherub tended to his arm.

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