[IC] Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

[MarshiestMallow]

The healer sighed, and came into the guild, approaching Jarvis, she couldn't force him to stay, "You guild members are all so stubborn. Are there any injured that actually want to be looked out?"

Jarvis sighed and shook his head, "we have a guy who seems apt at healing himself. He bound the wounds that occurred, and everything seems to be okay. I'm sorry you had to come for nothing. Let me get you a meal, and a drink"

Sasha tugged at Lazarus's hand, leading him inside, "Damian, you should come inside too and rest" She said over her shoulder to Damian looking over at Scier, she sighed, wishing she knew what was going on. She bit her lip, pushing Lazarus down in a seat, sitting down as well. She dropped her head into her hands, wondering what had just happened. Had Wes died? But what was that light? Would they ever know? Or would it just be a mystery? She didn't know.

"So, what do we do now?" She said softly

[Iatos]

Scier followed in silence as he was led to a chair inside the guild, his word was still spinning slightly and he was not feeling to well. It was to the point where he half laid down on the table and shut his eyes to rest for a long time. After some while he thought he heard a voice of a healer, and glanced over too a somewhat foggy view "I... could use... healing..." he said, still feeling everything hurting, by now his left arm was probably rather bluish from where the bullets had hit him, as well would he have a bit of trouble standing on his left leg, it may be a somewhat temporary muscle paralysis, but still enough to cripple him for a while. He could also use some relief from the pain, as the adrenaline was calming down it was hurting like hell.

[MarshiestMallow]

"Sorry" Jarvis said, nodding towards Scier, the healing rushing over and began to work on Scier, cleaning them and patching them up, using her supplies, and instructing Scier to rest.

Master Jamie came back inside as the day was fading to night. Sasha had fallen asleep at the table, leaning on it, her arms pillowing her head and making no move to wake nor leave the desk. She breathed as deeply as her side allowed, and her eyes moved in sleep. Her body was slumped, and it was clear she was deeply asleep.

She woke up in her own bed, and blinked around blearily, wondering how she had gotten to her room. She was still dressed in the clothes she had changed into, but was covered with a blanket. Sometime during the night she must have bundled it over herself, and gotten tangled, one leg thrown over the side of her bed, the other tangled completely in the blanket.

She blinked, rubbing her eyes, and yawning, she rose. She didn't want to risk getting her stitches wet again, so she had a simple wash with warm water from the sink, and tied her hair back, dressing in clean clothes. She wondered again how she had gotten to bed, then sighed, figuring it was one of those things she would never know, unless someone told her. She took the time to look in the mirror, grimacing at the bruises covering her body from the various knocks and bats she had received in her two fights. But her colour had returned, and she felt stronger then she had the day before.

She headed into the guild hall, yawning, and claimed a table, ordering a light meal and a juice. She thought on what had happened yesterday, and wondered if there was anything on what had happened to Wes. she wondered what the fights would be like today, and thought that they were bound to be amazing. She looked about, seeing who was in the guild.

[Burthstone]

Mayt had gone home and passed out, but he came back to the guild early-ish the next day, wearing a long grey coat and long sleeved shirts underneath. Looking carefully, one may also see a new dagger on his side under his coat. Seems he went shopping the previous day before heading to sleep. He seems a little worried about something, contantly glancing around and biting his lip.

Ordering a non-alcoholic drink and sitting down at a table. Mayt would've leaned back, thinking for a bit. It's almost as if someone offered him a choice and he's deciding. He pulls out what looks to be a letter from his pocket. It's about three pages long, and he begins to read it. The paper, from a distance, looks to be normal, and the hand-written scripture on it is more along the lines of calligraphy than writing. When Sasha comes it it seems he's getting more and more anxious over the letter, fidgeting with his hands and with the hilt of his sword. He slides he second page under the third as he starts to finish the letter. His breathing accelerating some as well, and beads of sweat forming.

[MarshiestMallow]

Sasha frowned, seeing Mayt, and how he appeared. She hesitated, before rising with her plate of food and going over, sitting down without asking. She could see the letter, but couldn't see anything strange about it, and she wondered what was in it that had Mayt acting as if he was in a tricky situation. She didn't ask about the letter, but did ask, "Are you okay?" When it appeared that he had finished th eetter

She took in his appearance, the dagger, the coat, his fast breathing and fidgeting, and she grew concerned, wondering if Mayt was in trouble, or if something had happened when he went home for the night. She was concerned that he was still...unbalanced from yesterday, but she didn't say anything else, waiting for him to answer her, and just hopefully trying to be reassuring. She calmly began to eat her eggs and toast as she waited.

[Burthstone]

Mayt glanced up at Sasha when she spoke, flinching slightly and moving away. "Oh, hey, I'm doing fine." His hand goes to the pocket with the letter for a moment, then back to the table. He glances to his right then kind of looks around a bit. "Everything's just dandy... Oh, I bought some things that may come in handy when we get around to scouting out the dark guild." He reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a small knife and hands it, hilt first, to Sasha. "Can't risk relying on magic alone, we don't know what we'll be up against." It's a pretty simple and concealable knife, but looks wicked sharp. "I've gotten extra protection for myself as well, but I couldn't afford to get something for Lazarus too, but I doubt he'll mind." He shifts uncomfortably, and takes a sip of his almost untouched drink. "Shoulda ordered something alcoholic... So Sasha how was your night?" He leans forwards and rests on his elbows, still looking anxious.

[MarshiestMallow]

Sasha frowned, but didn't press it, deciding if Mayt wanted to tell her, he would have and that he would when he wished to. She blinked, seemingly shocked when he said that he got something for her, taking the small knife when he offered it to her. She was oddly touched, as she studied the blade. It was small, but seemed deadly, and she couldn't help but smile. Just like her. She slipped it into a pocket "thank you" she said softly.

She nodded as he continued on about protection Lazarus is a big boy. He can protect himself, especially if he's in the air" she said, shrugging when he asked how her night was. "I fell asleep at the table and woke up in my room. It was like being back with my parents as a little kid, before..." She trailed off sighed, then continued, "I'd fall asleep in the living area then my dad would carry me back to my room" she smiled sadly, before looking back at Mayt "are you sure you're okay? You seem anxious. You don't have to tell me, but the offers there" she said softly

[Burthstone]

Mayt nodded. "Heh, falling asleep in the living room..." He smiles, then frowns. "I'm fine, perfectly fine, one hundred-percent fine. Don't worry." He bites his lip again, and looks around. "So when do the fight start again, I wanna see Angelo get his a- I mean, the fight between Lazarus and Angelo." He gave a meek smile, and rubbed the back of his head. His jaw had a large bruise on it, from Lazarus obviously, and he leans back in his chair, looking around, almost paranoid about something. He looks back at Sasha, not really having anything left to say, and s letting her ask a question, other than if he's alright. He adjusts his jacket and continues to look around, his eyes occasionally settling on Sasha, but only for a brief moment.

[MarshiestMallow]

Obviously Sasha wasn't going tiger anything out if Mayt and so she sighed. It was clear to her that Mayt did have a grudge against Angelo, but she couldn't figure out why. The fight between Angelo and her while perhaps not strictly fair, given that she had been injuried, wasn't anything Nayt should be holding a grudge against. She looked down when she realized she was blushing.

She swallowed and looked back up "it should be an interesting fight. I imagine it will start when they are both here" she said, managing to keep her tone normal, watching as Mayt looked about the room, sometimes looking at her. "You know" she said easily, "someone that says they are fine that much, is clearly not fine. Now if you said okay, that would have been good," she shrugged, then finally asked "is it the letter that has you all...skittish?"

[Burthstone]

Mayt sighs, and rubs his hands. "Look, I'm okay, okay? Just... People trying to get an edge that isn't there on me." He bites his lip again, indicating that isn't the case. "And yes, the letter doesn't help. P-please don't talk about it." He shifts away from Sasha a little. "I wonder when they'll get here." He looks around again, wishing the two would walk in so he'd have something else to talk about. "How are your injuries holding up?" He says suddenly, trying to change the subject. "They must hurt still..." His voice trails off a little, and he bites his lip again. He looks over Sasha, his eyes lingering on the injuries he can see on her.

[Paingodsson]

Kelthar lay in bed it's what he has been doing ever since he got back from the island. He couldn't help but think about all that went down. While he was a fool and fighting minions Damian and the Master had been off fighting the real enemies. He shook his head, How stupid of him to not be there to back them up. He was so angry with himself. He had spent the past couple days training and just keeping away from everyone. He had even been avoiding the guild, in fact he hadn't even went back to the guild since he came back.

Kelthar stood up and walked outside it was a bright day as he could feel the sun beat onto his skin. He heard sounds coming from the guild. But he didn't want to go over there. He'd rather train, he didn't want to bother them with himself. Kelthar knew he was just going through a stage, and so did a few people at the guild. It was just his life with his depression. He would be fine for awhile then he would just tank in his emotions. He only knew the way to solve it was to train. So he walked toward the forest outside of Magnolia. He was prepared to spend a couple days out there if he needed; however, he knew he wouldn't. Instead he would be spending the night back at his apartment by himself probably for another sleepless night. He was just happy the guild understood his issues and didn't just ostricise him.

So he walked past everyone as he made his way to the forest and entered in. From anyone elses perspective they'd see a man walking into a forest and simply fading away into the dark forest. He had made sure he had left rent money for his landlord and left a note in case anyone was curious on where he had gone. The note was on his door and read, "Went to forest come get me if you need me."

[Zarkun]

Damian had been up late into the night trying to see if he couldn't figure out what was going on with the light that Wes had disappeared into, conversing with Master Jamie briefly to make sure that none of the other guild members had some theory. After learning about Lazarus's theory and the reason it wasn't feesable, he returned to the spot where they'd battled, running his combat familiar eye over the area, but still not finding anything of use. He'd finally gone to bed after midnight, when Jarvis came out and basically made him. He hadn't cared, he was far to tired to put up any kind of debate.

When he woke up, he found he must have forgotten to completely undress from combat attire because he was still wearing his armor, though his swords at least were in their corner where he wouldn't trip on them. Yawning widely, he gets up and stretches before getting undressed and getting in the shower, pushing tentatively on his ribs as the warm water washed over him. He grunted slightly, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle during his bout with Lazarus today. Washing off and checking the cuts, he nods and climbs out, drying off and getting dressed again in the clothes he wore the day before. Putting his swords in place, he heads downstairs and gets a drink from Jarvis at the counter.

As he sips at it, he looks over the guild hall and realizes he hasn't seen Kelthar in a couple days. Spotting Sasha and Mayt, he walked over and gave a smile. "Morning! I was wondering if either of you has seen Kelthar lately."

[MarshiestMallow]

Sasha let him change topics, deciding it was best, and not wanting to push him. She looked down at her hands, which where grazed from sliding across the ground. "They're okay." She said. She had the slash only her forehead, her side and leg, there were numerous small cuts, grazes and scratched over her body, and one side of her body was covered in bruises from smashing to the ground with Angelo's lightening. She was surprised that she hadn't broken anything to be honest. "Sometimes my side hurts when I move, but otherwise I don't really feel the injuries" she said , looking up as Damian joined them, "morning" she replied, shaking her head "not since Aroway. He was on the boat. We can go look for him, but you have your fight with Lazarus soon"

[Burthstone]

Mayt looks up at Damian when he speaks, after nodding to Sasha. "Morning. I also don't know who Kelthar is, so I couldn't help you there." He leans more on the table, looking Damian over. "How're you holding up? Though out of all of us you probably are doing the best. As far as I can tell you've been hit the least." He smiles a little. and leans back again, still looking very anxious. He bites his lip, then instead of waiting for Damian's answer, he gets up. "Actually, I need to go buy some things, try not to start without me please." He starts moving towards the door quickly, leaving his unfinished drink on the table. His hand moves to rest on his weapon as he heads to the door.

[Zarkun]

Damian catches Mayt at the door, eyeing him up and down before shaking his head and redirecting him towards his drink. "Ah no you don't, soon as Lazarus wakes up, we're getting rolling. I don't want you to miss it if it means that much to you to see it." Reaching the table, he takes another sip of his drink before looking over the two. "As for finding Kelthar, it's fine. I just hope he's OK. I didn't see much of him on Aroway." Sitting himself, he stares into his drink for a long time before suddenly looking up at Mayt.

"Mayt, if I may, what kind of magic do you use?" It had been bugging him since he'd watched him and Lazarus go at it the previous day. Damian could sense that Mayt was using magic energy, but he simply couldn't see anything happening to his magic energy. Perhaps it was an illusion magic or something like that.

[YipeeXD]

Lazarus had slept well at his home that night. He had taken a warm bath to sooth his cuts, and wrapped himself up in bandages. He wasn;t really the type of person to let physical injuries hinder him too much. He stood at the entrance to Phoenix wing for quite some time, before swinging the door open and walking in quite delicately. His hands were wrapped in bandages, as well as his body. His chest was covered in bandages clearly to support his ribs. He wasn't even bothering to wear a shirt. His jacket would be just enough.

He spoke softly, yet both passionately and angrily. "Damian. Are you ready to be judged by heaven?" He looked in Damian's direction coldly, before moving a move for the court yard. Once arriving at the furthest end he turned back. "Come... and receive your judgement." He looked at the gravel, and slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the ground.

[Burthstone]

Mayt sighed when he was stopped by Damian. "Right, okay, I'll stay here." He went and sat back down where he was, taking another sip of his drink. He looks around nerviously until Damian asks the kind of magic he uses. "I control energy." He said simply, thinking on how he should elaborate. "Heat, movement, light, that kind of thing. Though, It can be unreliable at times, especially when I try to use it on the spot. Say, an arrow is flying at me, I can potentially stop it mid flight, but if I don't see it, or I don't have enough time or I'm just not lucky, it'll still hit. I can also only use it within a short distance of myself." He doesn't have a way to demonstrate this, so he just holds his hand up and tries to generate a small fire like he did before with the heat he has gathered around him. It fails this time, and he looks a tad embarrassed. "Though, for some reason, I can sort of use my sword as a conductor for my magic. An extension, of sorts, and it tends to work better through it. I can also use people, but that's less effective. But it allows me to drain people of their heat if they get to close, and I have reason too. But, I still don't have complete control, so I may do more than I mean to, or less. It's interesting at times, but I try not to rely on it too much, I have a couple scars from when it didn't work.

"And it looks as if Larzarus is here, so we can talk more after the fight. Good luck with Lazarus, he's tough." Mayt stands up and heads for the courtyard, making his way to a spot to watch the battle that's a bit back. He didn't give Damian any hints, he doubted he'd need them. This would be another one of those close and difficult fights, like his with Lazarus had been.

[MarshiestMallow]

Sasha sighed as Mayt went ot leave, watching him worriedly, seeing Damian stop him. Sasha stayed where she was, and laid her elbows on the table, and leaned her head in her hands. She watched Lazarus come in, wincing at the bandages covering his hands and ribs. She wasn't too sure if he had done that deliberatly, or if he was just trying to protect his injuries, but she was glad she wasn't fighting him. She rose after finishing her eggs, and carried her drink outside, ready to watch the fight. She chose somewhere where she wasn't likely to get involved in any flash back from their attacks.

Master Jamie sighed heavily, rising from the library desk, and stretching. It would be clear to anyone, she thought, that she had spent the night awake, so she muttered a few worlds, and changed her appearance, making it seem bright and perky,even if she was weary and worried about what had happened the day before.

He headed outside, seeing Lazarus ready to fight. "Start whenever you are ready"

[Iatos]

As Scier opened his eyes he quickly put his hand on his head, then he looked around and realized he was somewhere within the guild. It took him a while but he figured it was some kind of extra room or something and he could only partially recall how he got there in the first place. Sitting up he actually felt a whole lot better now, the bruises from yesterday was gone and it didn't really hurt anywhere any longer, stretching out his arm he felt a bit of muscle stiffness but nothing he couldn't deal with. Looking around he soon found his stuff and put them back on, everything he needed was there... except for one thing, his precious dagger... opening the door he walked outside into the main hall and then looked around once more, it took him a while to gather his thoughts but he soon realized that he were in a guild now... and a lot of things had happened.

Walking downstairs he figured he would just order something to eat if possible, yet he couldn't help but wonder where his dagger might be... it was not like him to loose something of his own like that... especially nothing as important as his dagger, it was kinda his most important tool too... seeing as he could use his dagger to make both arrows and bow if needed, but it was difficult to do the other way around. "...Have anyone seen my dagger?..." he asked casually, he recall the Wes incident at the moment.

[Zarkun]

Damian V Lazarus

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."