LHudson

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The Angel observed, watching as the body was being analysed. The smell of them, the clashing scents from sheer sight alone, almost disgusting if it wasn't for the fact that the Flower was a hypocrite. Best to admit it then to lie to others, shows that you're the exception to your own rule. "What the hell are you up to?" he spoke to himself, wondering what would become of their tampering. He gripped the sisters, and prepared to make his move.

One quick breath.

White light, quick flash, gravity and heat pushing towards him.

He was high in the air, his senses now gone, only being able to feel the cold wind as his guideless flight continued. The sisters were gone, his arms frozen in the sheer shock, and his eyes fixed towards whatever direction his body faced. He could hear nothing but his breath, his heart, and could see only the sky above.

Then pain, near overwhelming.

The base of his back landed first, kicking him back into the air only temporarily, before once again contacting it. More bounces, before a continuous roll gradually slowed the rag-doll to a halt. His wings were pained, his leg injury aggravated, and his arms rendered weak. All that, in addition to the near endless cuts all over his body and face, sent Flos into a daze. His eyes were weak, he slowly moved his arms, and dragged his body towards a small clearing that rested on an angle.

Beyond that, the aftermath, he saw the shockwave continue, disturbing or laying waste to whatever was in its path. Alt Signia, now covered in the bright light that annihilated it. Did it? Couldn't tell, his eyesight was betraying him, failing to focus on anything. He couldn't speak, only try to observe, do the one thing that lead him all the way to this point. Slow, in extreme pain, and his head in a land he has never heard of.

He pushed himself onto his back and looked at the sky. He focused on his wheezing breath and tried to contain the pain, but to no avail. He heard of the stories of the Nexus and it's properties, but it wouldn't stop this, wouldn't stop the pain nor the dread of possibility. He heard stories of people coming back and some not, it was an avenue he never found himself in, and yet, he was in fear of possibly encountering the gates.

He closed his eyes, felt the winds, focused his breathing.

@Ryonara @The 42nd Gecko @Flamelord

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Apologies for my absence Ladies and Windel, life things came up but I am back :D

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The two strikes forward arrived before the Flower made his move. The sister came out and quickly clashed with the attacking creature. No words, only actions. The twins made their move, crossing each other as they gave the unit their wrath.

A moment of silence, Flos maintained eye contact with the unit, expecting another counter or even a slither of movement.

Nothing.

The unit had parted into two, it was done, and all Flos could do is observe. He flew to the broken walls and saw the field, the field now losing more and more soldiers.

He looked on before looking at the sisters in his hand, before at the corner of his sight he observed a...gathering? Machines mainly, and...

That face, the mangled face and body parts...it was familiar, not right. Flos kept a careful eye, but needed to go closer. He flew, took a different position, but would need to stay discreet.

@Ryonara @KoL @TheWindel @Flamelord

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

A creature showed itself, machine, nothing he had faced before, but possessed the same threat as the others he did face. The Flower reacted quick, and one of the sisters hooked the machine's blade that nearly sliced the front of his face. The pacing of everything felt quick, but at the same time it felt exhilarating, almost euphoric. The sound of war at the wall opening itself up to vulnerability would accelerate the fighting, but until then he had one issue to deal with.

No....two.

The other machine, the one that tried to raise hell on top of the Flower had grabbed the foot of the angel, and from it's body language and the sound it was making it was going to try and make a cowardly, if effective, move.

He reacted fast, pushing the machine away while facing his arm towards the injure machine, hoping the shield would take the impact.

It did, but upon exploding the Flower was thrown into the air. The force, the wind, the cold air despite the location. It was a sensation that was new to him, he felt...odd.

'Strange, this feeling, is this what you're feeling?' he muttered to himself, as the leg the machine grabbed onto started stinging with agonising pain. Made the Flower slightly dizzy, combined with the other elements acting against him. 'Is this vulnerability? Is this the pain you are going through my friend?'

The fight around him as his rise started to slow, not going well for the angels nor for himself. He took a breath.

'Don't worry.'

The gaze showed itself.

'I'll see you again soon.'

The energy built, and within a quick fit of fury, unleashed his weapon's power towards the one that recently showed itself. He flew behind it, gravity working with him, it would meet him and the sisters soon.

@TheWindel@Lucius Cypher

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I asked because there's also an invisible cat ninja cyborg that will probably have to be seen so people react to her.

@TheWindel

Yeah it's one of the Killas. I'm keeping the writing from the perspective from my character as I transition into complete familiarity, so he isn't going to pick up on background details in the brief moment between attacks.

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

Didn't take long for the monstrosity to eye the angel and act upon it. The distance helped Flos determine a predicable move, and dropped Gaze in favour of Machina technology. Small arms extended from his left arm, and with the garish electricity emitting from it, was able to take down the projectiles that hit it's front. He tucked in his wings, but the pain he felt on his arm and shoulder were growing. The technology was useful, but it was clear it wasn't meant for Angels. The projectiles stopped, but when the shield dropped he saw what approached.

Sharp lift upward, and one of the flaming monstrosities arms hit the Gaze. The quick scrape gave off bright sparks, though another managed to slice the angel's foot. He'll live, but the sharp pain caused him to wince as he catapulted himself in the air.

Eyes closed, sister joining her twin, and both hands now of the Gaze. Slow breaths, the blade shone brighter by the second, before the Flower of Death opened his eyes and twisted his body.

"Give your queen my regards," he muttered, before he arched the blade to emit the slice it built. The large, bright edge shot downwards towards his enemy as he landed on the floor. His foot was in pain, but he would fight. It was what he wanted, and he would savour the opportunity. Didn't take long for another opportunity to come along. Another foolish monstrosity, smaller, so be it. He clutched the Gaze, two seconds, and it's wrath shot towards it.

@Lucius Cypher @TheWindel

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

He was finally there. The field, the smell of fire and death, angels and demons and machina, all beginning to swirl into a miasma of slaughter. It was where he wanted to be, where he needed to be, on the front, cutting them down, and continue cutting them until he finally found what he was looking for. He was too far off the Gates of Hell, but this attack, this assault, it was where he would start.

Almost immediately in fact, as the whistles of war from above got louder and louder. Flos only had to glance upward to see what was making it, a machine, an abomination, pure blight catapulting itself towards death itself. It clearly wanted death, and so it shall receive.

A quick gust of his wings blew himself back, just in time for the creature to land and cover the small area with field of dust. He slowed himself down and took a knee. He focused his attention to the source as he clutched one of the sisters. His right arm reaching out, and the Final Gaze made his presence known. The blade welcomed the black sheep's hand, and in the span of a few slow seconds, faced the flaming machine. The sister took her position on top of the right arm, and Flos waited to them to make the first move.

"Finally, I'm home."

The War of the Three

- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The alarm was given, angels were moving, and those within the hall was a little struck back. There was confusion in the air, since the recruits were nothing but small fry and limited Flos' chances of combat, but the alarm changed the game. No questions, no answers, just him taking advantage of the situation and promptly left the room. An upcoming meat grinder, all three in one spot to lay waste to a landscape, one that he was more than happy to be at the centre of.

He approached the gate and proceeded to enter it.

"Soon," he muttered with a hint of childish glee as he gripped one of the Sisters. "I'm coming for you all."

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@KoL Feel free to mention the incident just posted as a way to track him down :)

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So....what we doing about getting Flos involved? :p