DragonofTheWest

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Queens New York
October 28th

Steps

Someone approached. John turned towards the direction of the entrance as he narrowed his eyes peering through the brick walls of the gym as a man of middle age entered the building. "Hey Julian!" John called out as he stood up sizing the approaching figure up through the gyms walls "Were you expecting a visitor?"
"Visitor? huh? At this time nah... Hey didn't you lock the doors?" Julian answered back as he leaned backwards trying to conversate though the ongoing basketball game occupied his attention.
"I was about to." John lied. "Sit back, I'll deal with it" John leaned over to grab the 250lb pound back with one hand before casually throwing it into a corner as if it were made out of paper as he approached the entrance. John rarely closed the gym when intended unless he was for leaving for the day. Nobody got past him, this time wouldn't be different.

At Luthor would creep forward he would find John standing just several feet ahead of him, arms folded. The differences between them was immediately apparent with John at least a good 3 inches taller and 20 or so pounds of muscle heavier. The kryptonian stood wearing only sweatpants and a black top as if too purposely show off just how physically intimidating he was... whoever this person was, they were already looking outclassed "You lost?" John questioned upon making eye contact with Lex.

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Also trying to be vague about the rebellion and stuff so things can be changed if necessary

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Within the capital's keep Arathion paced back and forth in silent frustration, the silence uncomfortable to the other military officers who privately wished to escape the wrath of the frustrated elven prince. The tension was high as it obvious that the rebels, these so called Freedom Fighters were more than just a nuisance but instead a legitimate threat that was capable of marching against the king's armies. After what seemed to be an eternity for the aggravated officers council room's doors opened as an older man stepped through... and it was not the king.
"General Rowan." Arathion acknowledged as he eyed the older man who appeared roughly in his mid fifties. The golden armored warrior turned almost immediately in anticipation but despite his knowledge and respect for the general, this was not the person he wanted to see.
"Crown Prince Arathion of the Asur." The general replied. "My apologies, the king is not well so he trusts me to represent him in this council"

Arathion's face inched to one of disapproval, it was painfully obvious that Aradia was not ready for him and the the king himself whether he truly was ill had no intention with meeting with the renowned war lord. Could one blame him? It would be hard too. Arathion may have been charming to other elves but was notoriously difficult with even other kings and such blatant disrespect could never go punished considering nobody willing crossed swords with the famed Asur.
"How unfortunate." Arathion replied though he he little to hide the disapproval in this tone "Very well, let's speak on this matter... your nobleman gave off one impression, your officers here, another. So what what exactly are you dealing with?"
The general nodded slowly as if to compose his thoughts before he placing several sheets of paper on the war council's table. "These are the latest reports, scouts spoke of a possible incoming attack from the north. We've had no contact since then and we are assuming the worst" The others officers swallowed upon hearing this news with faces. They knew that the enemy was for real and gradually getting closer.
"These rebels, they appear to be far more organized and equipped then I was led to believe"
"We have yet to determine an actual number. With the way this winter has been everything has been delayed, reports... provisions, troop movements, everything. If I had to guess? At least 10,000 if you take into account all of the rebellious outside regions. Their numbers are likely growing everyday"
"Even if that was doubled, is the winter that harsh that your forces can't properly march a force to counter it?"
"Like I said, harsh winter. Our men had been chasing ghosts initially and now we are disorganized, chain of command is ruined. We have deserters and rebel sympathizers, wild monsters ravage the main roads and bandits picking at the scraps. We're losing"
"Give me an opportunity to meet their army in full force with mine. If they meet me in the open field I'll crush them and win this war for you." The arrogance was infuriating but General Rowan knew that Arathion was probably correct considering the Asur's legions world renowned reputation.
"With 3000 men? You have no siege weapons, your lacking in heavy cavalry, not a single dragon..." A questionable response? of course but Rowan needed all the help he can get. If Arathion was disrespectful to the cause then it was only fair to question the Asur's commitment to this war effort.
"My soldiers are far different then yours. Had I brought a real true elven army I might as well have snatch this land from you entirely. My father, my king insisted I only act on policing duty but it seems you have a full scale civil war on your hands and now I'm forced to try and win it for you" Another stab to the gut to the men in the room but again nobody dared to speak out in disapproval.

The room remained silent for several moments as the other military officers knew that unless they had something of value to say, it was best to stay quiet. As Rowan reviewed the map of Aradia and the other reports, he knew he had to give in.
"So then Lord Arathion, what's the plan?"
"This rebel force will win the country with ease... you need a victory, I'll give it to you. I'm taking command and I expect there will be no objections?" Arathion paused to survey the room, there was nothing that indicated a disapproval. "Good. We will start with the provisions I've brought along. It seems that perhaps the food and supplies I've brought will be more valuable than my soldiers and fortunately for you I will have more in a fortnight." Arathion then stepped forward to glance through the reports once more before pointing towards the capital of Aradia on the map.
"We will start here, in this very city. The majority of the population is cold and hungry but there are numerous talents within this city. The provisions will go to them. Any individual that joins the king's army will be fed and properly equipped. They will be trained and mobilized to counter this rebel threat. To encourage smoother relations with your people, monetary rewards will be given out to any person who provides factual information on rebel movements, rebel names and so forth. False information however... is punishable by death. A fitting end for traitors." The crowd nodded at this statement, a good start.
"You really think you can achieve both things?" Rowan questioned though it was not like he had an alternative plan.
"Your king needs a victory. Without a victory the people will likely just open the doors to the cities themselves and let the rebels take it. We need to establish trust in the crown once more... have your men walk the streets let them know that fame and fortune awaits those who help restore order to the crown"
"If the rebels know you are backing us. It may complicate the situation if they know who you are" Rowan warned.
"If they know me, then they should realize this war is over for them and if they don't... they will, soon" Arathion shot back before walking towards the closest wall and opening the wooden windows to stare into the city's streets from his elevated position.

"They will"

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

The sound of an exotic horn filled the breezy air around Aradia's harbor as a sizable vessel cruised into port, it's white sails decorated with a large gold star in it's center, an ancient sigil of power to those knowledgeable enough in foreign nations. As a small crowd gathered to watch this vessel aboard, a tall individual adorned with intricate golden armor stepped into view, sharp eyes scanning the faces along the port.

"Look at them, miserable, hungry bunch" Arathion muttered shaking his head in disappointment in the ugliness of the frost covered city he had just arrived in. The city of Aradia was sizable to it's credit though it lacked the elegant beauty and organization that all high elf cities had. Instead of paved, wide straight roads they had stumbled upon packed masses with the streets hardly resembling anything of organization and that was not even mentioning the dirty common folk, who shivered in the cold, their curiosity picking up on anything of note to help distract them from their reality. "My lord" A warrior of silver had stepped forward behind his prince and bowed "The representative has just arrived". The prince nodded and walked off his wooden ship where a representative of the Aradia crown awaited to greet the incoming prince.

"Lord Arathion" the representative bowed in the elf's presence. Arathion stood, tall and strong as he took another glance at the crowd, it was obvious they were not used to seeing royalty such as himself rather often. "I have provisions. Consider it a small token from my father, be sure to they are stored... properly" Arathion turned his attention back to the representative noblemen, his tone a bit dismissive though it probably due to Arathion privately being offended that he was not greeted by an actual individual of the royal hierarchy.

"The crown thanks you for your kindness though we must admit we were not ready for such a quick arrival"
"We had good wind." The elf replied.
Arathion turned slightly behind him and spoke a quick command in elvish to the small band of silver armored warriors behind him who bowed in reply and reported back to the ship, their orders clear even if they remained unknown to the rest of the crowd.
"I do not mean to be offensive Lord Arathion but when we asked for some assistance..." The prince cut off the representative immediately, his tone raising in a slightly harsher manner. "I have about a hundred fighting men with me already. Within a fortnight I expect around 3000 men. That should be enough to quell this insignificant rebellion"

"Only... 3000?" It was here the noblemen made his biggest mistake, questioning the fiery prince.
"Does the number insult you?" Arathion questioned as he took a step forward towards the noblemen, easily surpassing him in height, his eyes locked into his with a powerful intensity.
"Well no-o my lord" the representative stuttered and stammered in place as the prince expression remained sour.
"If you want my honest opinion good lord, I only arrived because I'm bored back at home and my father insists that our nations help each other though hunting down your rebels seems rather beneath me. To think your armies are spread so thin and under equipped that a bunch of rabble.." Arathion paused to break a brath as if to ensure he did not break his composure.
"This winter has been particularly harsh..."
"Enough excuses. Before long I'll send my agents out throughout your country so they can find your traitors and soon enough, they'll all be dead. Now if you will I would prefer to speak with your king now"

The noblemen accepting defeat lowered his head in shame having never been embarrassed as he was in this moment. With a quick wave, a small platoon of armored warriors emerged from the crowd and surrounded the pair to act as escorts. "Make way!" they shouted as the crowd either moved on it's own or was pushed aside to allow the elven prince to not only take a tour of the city but be escorted properly into Aradia's palace though it seemed a long walk through the crowded city was in order...

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Arathion Tassarion

My Hider

Age 300 years

Race: High Elf

Gender: male

Appearance:

Personality: Proud and mighty, Arathion is the epitome of a stubborn, high born elvish prince. A natural elitist at heart, it is not common for Arathion to speak down harshly on "inferior races" such as humans and especially dwarves and rarely do other individuals from other species earn his respect. For all his vain elven cruelty Arathion is naturally charismatic... with those of his own kind. Too many, Arathion is an elvish war lord with an appetite for violence. To those who know him personally, Arathion is a true hero, worthy of his father's crown and one destined for greatness. What the truth really is depends on whose asking

Abilities: For all his pompous attitude, Arathion has every right to be confident...he is the Asur's greatest living warrior. Despite naturally having great talents with magic, Arathion's true skill lies in his ability with the sword. With centuries of training and fighting various enemies from foreign lands, Arathion's skills are legendary throughout his people. On top of his own individual skills, Arathion is regarded as a masterful tactician who despite his bravado is a renowned commander whose led his people to victory countless times. If such traits don't make Arathion an enemy to be feared, consider that he also is the only known rider of Anacalagon, a powerful engine of destruction in the form of a dragon.

History: Crown prince to a mighty elven kingdom, Arathion hails from the land of Asur as their greatest champion. Ever since birth, Arathion has prepared his entire life knowing one day he will succeed his father and be hailed as the High King of the Asur. After countless years of training and education, Arathion excelled on the battlefield when his people went to war. After years of war and conflict, Arathion has fought on multiple continents against all sorts of foreign nations whether it was for his nation's defense, pride or even revenge.

Despite being next in line Arathion was never one to stay home for long as an opportunity has arose in the land of Aradia. Many years ago the two nations forged strong diplomatic ties and with Aradia consumed in civil war, Arathion has volunteered himself and a smalldetachment of warriors to help eliminate the rebels and help restore power for their overseas neighbors. While the Asur in particular are renowned for use of dragons as powerful weapons of war, the war machine of the Asur remains calm as they believe this upcoming conflict is nothing more but child's play in comparison to the ancient wars of the past.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

October 28th 5:00 PM

Queens, New York

When you look the way John does, it was easy to gather attention even through his hooded sweatshirt Tall, strong, relatively good looking... mothers gossiped to each other at the young man who frequented visited the local boxing gym while fathers privately reflected their youth pondering if they looked as John did at the same age. Ever since his brief entanglement with the Irish Mob the great "Superman" had relatively been quiet since then. While New York City and the other boroughs struggled with its crime activity, one particular masked individual in the form of the Tiger was far more active. As the Tiger went about and made his mark throughout New York, Superman simply stayed quiet and when several other famed individuals descalated the conflict in the Middle East, Superman remained quiet. For a figure who had made several notable appearances, John was fortunate he was able to routinely settle back into the shadows.

Sitting in a stool outside the ring John wrapped his hands slowly as any typical boxer would do. Such an activity was a waste after all, nothing was capable of harming him, or at least so he thought. Was it laziness or maybe a lack of understanding in his place in the world that John pondered as he wasted his days again in secrecy. It was reassuring being out of the spotlight and there was enough heroes in the world and he wasn't one of them until...

John glanced upwards as he saw several young children running around imitating the very super heroes they watched on television.
"Lady Arcana is the coolest!"
"No, no! Aquaman is the coolest!"
"No uh!" Another cried as John chuckled at their innocent arguments.
"Hey kids what about New York's... the Tiger! huh?" The kids turned and looked towards the head boxing trainer, Julian who caught their attention with a clap, also laughing at the arguments as the kids nodded their heads in approval. As the various parents of the children rolled their eyes in the silly conversation Julian congratulated the kids on a good day's work from the previous hourly long workout class
"Alright everyone, that's enough for the day, get home safe!" Julian said as he waved the children and their parents goodbye. But just before one exited the building, one small boy asked out loud "Hey coach, what about Superman!?"
"We can talk about this tomorrow, go home good job today!" Julian replied watching the last of them leave as he took a deep breath knowing the gym was closed. It was only 5 in the afternoon but the way the world was... nobody liked being out at night, it was too unpredictable. The gym was now empty save for Julian and of course the sitting man who stared at his wrapped hands.

"Hey champ you alright?" Julian asked as he approached wondering why John seemed so lost in thought.
"Yeah I'm good" John replied as he glanced upwards. He didn't want to admit it but the reminder that nights now a days can be so scary for the common people irritated at him.
"Listen, I got some guys from the island coming in tomorrow I think they got someone who wont be too scared to get in the ring with ya"
"You always say that" John replied as the pair bumped fists and the two shared a quick chuckle.
"Listen John, you think about what I said? You're a natural. A real heavyweight but your real fit, you're fast, hit hard as shit. It's like you aint trying half the time. I'm telling ya, you're here all the time why don't you fight, for real just once, I can set something up" John rolled his eyes, he's heard this pitch before.
"Oh cmon John don't give me that! look at ya! You were built to go professional in something, you look like a god damn super hero. You remember when that guy Marvin won the championship? That could be you next time! imagine that New York producing another world champ"

John stayed quiet and ignored the statement as he stood up as he rotated his shoulders before he began to lightly shadow box in place. "Listen man, I know you ain't scared to be in there so what's the deal? I mean your crazy enough to walk these streets alone at night"

"You think the world has enough super heroes?" John finally replied as his attention turned towards the nearby wall mirror as John watched his movements closely making sure he did all the little thing correctly. Shadow boxing after all was all focused on watching your own movements, to perfect them... a honest way of critiquing one's technique. "The hell? See now that's some bull shit. The world is all sorts of messed up, the world needs all them crazy freaks out there saving the world cause hell you know I ain't doing it" As Julian watched John work, John picked up the pace in his intensity, each punch fast and powerful, each with a purpose. There was some real pop behind those punches, Julian knew it but what bothered him is why it looked so easy as if John routinely held back.

"You think Superman should've went to the Middle East?" Another question, a relatively dumb one but Julian had an opinion on everything and anything.

"You're god damn right he should. You seen that asshole on television, he's capable of doing all that weird super alien shit but I think he's on our side you know?. But I think he's a bit off in the head, just my opinion" Julian shrugged before letting John be to continue warming up...

An hour or so later

John could hear Julian relaxed in his office watching the local news as the latest stories about the latest murders and kidnappings in the local area. Each story seemingly got more negative and depressing than the other as John got too caught up in listening that his concentration slipped and with a punch with too much pop into it sent a punching bag flying off its hook, the heavy bag slamming into the wall as sand spilled everywhere. Realizing what he done John slightly cringed at his mistake but took a sigh of relief as Julian was too caught up in the news to notice. Kneeling towards the downed bag John slowly worked too clean up his mess as he took the time to close his eyes and truly listen to the world around him as he once more asked the question he's been asking himself all year... Does the world need a Superman?

Galactic Conquest

Aurora Vault

Move…

His eyes slowly opened as the sounds of battle radiated all around him. Bodies dropped from both sides as weapon fire and foreign languages bounced of the vault’s walls as the dark armored Sith struggled to rise.

Move…

He could feel it. Something was approaching, a danger that he did not comprehend but the urgency in his bones forced the fatigued Sith on to his feet.

Move…

Dragos grasped his lightsaber that lay in the heads of a dead brute and activated the weapon as he sprung into action towards the vault’s entrance. This was his only opportunity to escape, he had to take it. The fighting was intense in the vault’s corridors but he had the advantage of being a lone target, swiftly moving through the ranks as he fought his way out.

Move…

His helmet remained intact, his radio, his enhanced optics all of it. The communication back and forth from the Sith Lord and his recently arrived men was quick and decisive, both parties taking advantage of the chaos. As Dragos emerged from the vault he could feel the incoming presence closer and closer but fortunately his troop transport hovered in the sky waiting to retrieve him. With a mighty leap Dragos launched himself into the air, his hand just grasping the edge of the extended entrance ramp. With the aid of the very captain that refused to abandon his commander, Dragos hoisted himself into the fleeing vessel.

Move…

The transport accelerated into outer space before the sight of the arrival of a new invader caught their eye. Moments before the transport jumped into hyperspace they watched this new foreign invader rain death below to the very location they just escaped from. It was obvious that due to the recent events the galaxy would never be the same.

Outskirts of the Galactic Center system

The Sith transport stumbled out of hyperspace, its engines slowly propelling the craft forward to the massive armada before it. It was fortunate they did not have to travel far as their craft had taken considerable amount of damage in the rescue attempt of the Sith Lord but fortunately they were home. Dozens of mile long Imperial Class Star Destroyers floated in defensive positions along the gargantuan super dreadnought that lay in the fleet’s center. To the enemies of the Sith, the Invincible represented the absolute pinnacle of Sith might but to the newly arrived men, it was home.

Dragos was the first to walk down the loading ramp as a small crowd had gathered in anticipation for his arrival. As the Sith surveyed the massive hanger along with its assembly, he took a deep breath as if to relish moment that he had just evaded death. While the minor officers were there to simply serve as assistants, a pair of individuals in the form of the blue skinned humanoid alien in Grand Admiral Thrawn and the elderly grandfather like figure in Grand Moff Tarkin served to be quite the entourage. As Dragos moved to greet the assembly, it was apparent to all in the room that three of the most powerful and decorated individuals in the Empire were gathered in this small hanger and it was not coincidence.

“Lord Dragos” Thrawn announced with a small bow. “It is an honor to see you again my lord”

“Lord Dragos you seem well. It seems that your brief entanglement with the enemy was nothing more than exaggeration. I should have figured that such foreign scum stood no chance against our greatest warrior” Tarkin added on as he too offered a quick head nod to pay his respects.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn, Governor Tarkin I was not expecting such an esteemed audience.” Dragos replied.“I’ve heard of your intentions but the vault has been destroyed. Let’s see to it that our outlying defenses remain on high alert in case something tried following us.”

“Unfortunately my Lord that is not the case” Dragos gazed at Tarkin with a slight annoyance. Even though his armored helmet masked his facial expression, Tarkin could feel the Sith’s eyes gaze back into his. Tension grew in the moment, Dragos knew that having Tarkin and Thrawn gathered aboard his ship meant plans were in motion and these plans had yet to be consulted with him. “The Emperor has taken quite an interest with the variety of civilizations you encountered”

Thrawn nodded in support, “It is true. The Emperor himself requested I return from my post on Cardia and once more serve as your fleet admiral”

Before Dragos could respond the hanger’s door opened again, this time a hooded female approached the crowd, her presence completely changing the atmosphere in the hanger. While Tarkin and Thrawn exhibited an aura of calm professionalism, the hooded female walked with a certain royal confidence. She was incredibly beautiful, capturing men’s hearts was easy for her yet her eyes possessed a certain passion, she was without a doubt just as dangerous as she was attractive. As she got closer she smirked slightly as she stood before Dragos, not bothering to acknowledge the other gathered imperial officers.

“Of all the people here, I expected you to be the first to see me” Dragos spoke, commenting on the female’s late arrival.
“Forgive my lord but the Emperor desired to speak with me and now that you have arrived… he demands an audience immediately” Tarkin smiled at such punctuality, “It seems the Emperor himself wants to inform you of our plans regarding this new region of space. Lord Dragos we will hold you no longer, I’m sure you and the Emperor have much to discuss” Tarkin stepped to the side, gesturing Dragos to make his move. With little choice in the matter, Dragos made his walk towards his meditation chamber.

The room was empty save for an elevated platform that lay in the middle. Stepping forward Dragos and his female companion both fell to one knee, their heads bowed as they could hear the transmission coming through. Within moments a holographic figure of an elderly hooded man appeared before the two Sith, yellow eyes focused downward at his kneeling apprentice.

“What is thy bidding my master?” Dragos asked as he tilted his head upwards to meet the Emperor’s holographic eyes.

“Lord Dragos, it seems we have new enemies”

“Nothing we cannot deal with. Should they come within reach of our empire then I’ll be sure to be the first to respond.”

“On the contrary Lord Dragos, you will go on the offensive.” Dragos paused for a moment as if to contemplate he heard the response right.

“You cannot reasonably expect to take the Galactic Center by force? We cannot defend our territory and launch a massive invasion against these various civilizations, not at the same time” Dragos argued but his defiance was met with anger.

“You forget my apprentice that a Sith is more than a warrior. A Sith is a manipulator, a tactician, an orchestrator of events. Brute force is not the only way you can conquer your enemy. You will return to the Galactic Center, you will meet with these various faction leaders, you will befriend them, you will learn from them and then you will take from them when their use has expired. Who you decide to align with or manipulate is all up to you. All that matters is that you set the foundation for ultimate Sith triumph”

“Such… tactics are rather beneath me.” Dragos replied, even though his helmet hid his facial expressions, both master and apprentice could feel the tension growing between them.
“And your sense of honor insults me. You will do as I command.” The Emperor's voice gradually grew harsher, his blood starting to boil.
“Your suggestions require time and patience, resources…” Yet an excuse. Dragos was one to usually never to complain but as he voiced his rather obvious disdain for the Emperor's plans, the hooded female had glanced over and offered to make a defense to ease the tension but the moment she opened her mouth, the Emperor had raised a hand to silence her, his gaze never leaving the kneeling man.

“Time is our ally. By pushing our reach outwards our enemies will rush to meet it. The citizens of the Empire continue to enjoy their petty peace, they care little for the wars raged beyond our borders. You have no excuses”
“If this is what you wish.” Dragos relented but his frustration still filled the air.
“It is. This will be your greatest challenge yet. Completion of this task will set a foundation that will allow our Empire to prosper for a millennia. Do not fail me.”
“I understand, my master.”
“Good. See this through at once, I’ll expect an update soon.”
Dragos rose to his feet, preparing to leave the room but the transmission continued. “Oh and one more thing Lord Dragos… the traitor that resides in the Republic lives. He has grown stronger… I foresee that you two will meet once more.”
Dragos paused at this sudden news as his hands clenched into a tight fist. “If I see him… I’ll kill him” The Emperor visibly smiled, approving of the response.
“We will see…. We will see” the transmission faded into nothing ending with the Emperor’s laughter of amusement.

Galactic Conquest

@MarsMatter We would be happy to have you

Apocalypse

Capitol City
Downtown

Achilles's blade flashed with fire as the Arch Angel steadily fought his way through a ruined city street. Every swing downed several combatants yet the hordes seemed endless. These demonic imps despite their lack of strength seemed immeasurable in number and were persistent enough to deny the Arch Angel to freely regroup with the majority of Heaven's forces. With a push of his wings Achilles shot outwards towards the sky only to be swarmed by several more winged demons. They snarled and claws at the armored warrior but their attempts to intimidate or wound the warrior of light failed as they hurled themselves at reckless abandon regardless of the inevitable consequence. Through his armored helm Achilles eye's were active, scanning for an opening... he could feel the other Angels on the move, looking to make a driving counter assault.

There was a sense of urgency in the air as if the upcoming battle would be determined in the upcoming moments. Pushing himself harder, Achilles continued to fight through the ruined city until at last he could eye Zaphiel leading the others to engage presumably the main host of the demonic hordes. Eager to join Achilles again attempted to take to the sky before several beings leaped forward, grasping his leg. Achilles scoffed at their attempts as he used his free armored hand to smash the beings off him but the temporary delay allowed the horde to swarm forward. As Achilles attempted to free himself, off in too his distance and in the distance an Angel was approaching "One of Zaphiel's?"

If it wasn't obvious before, it was crystal clear now. He was needed on the front lines... he hoped that he would not be too late.

Apocalypse

Capitol City
Outskirts

He had arrived in secret, alone and ahead of the others. While other Angels arrived in various groups, Achilles introduced himself to the battlefield, charging single handily into the outskirts of the demonic invasion, slaying various imps with a simple swing of his heavenly sword. Whether madness drove them forward or fear, Achilles did not know but time and time again he struck down imps with incredible speed and accuracy yet no matter how many he slay he could feel demonic presences all around him. Leaping into the sky, the Arch Angel urged his wings to propel him forward towards a nearby skyscraper to get a better vantage point.

Upon reaching his destination Achilles could only watch all around him the true extent of the chaos that erupted all throughout the city. It was only when his fiery eyes comprehend the vastness of the demon invasion did Achilles take note of the the laughter of a demon which seemingly echoed for miles in all directions. From his view, Achilles reflected on the miserable sight and his eyes raged with fury. This war wasn't supposed to be waged so openly and as the sounds of the demons radiated from the streets below, the Arch Angel took this moment to silently admit that he possibly may be responsible for all of this. "If only I..." Oh how the word "If" resonated in his thoughts so frequently. Stretching his white wings out from behind him, the armored Angel gazed into the sky above through his armored helm knowing full well who orchestrated the madness. The Angel's silent frustration boiled over as the concrete he stood cracked under the Angel's power. "Not this city. Not today" Achilles announced to himself though it seemed more of an open declaration to the sky above.

Yet before any moves were made the dark fog that emitted from the sky began to make its way downwards. Upon first contact Achilles grimaced slightly, he felt eyes tingle with a slight burning sensation and it became evident that prolonged exposure could end up being potentially fatal. Recognizing the severity of the situation, Achilles leaped outwards, flying towards the gathered defensive position of Angels and humans with great haste... it would take a concentrated effort to help repel the incoming hordes.