[Jigsaw]

Krrrsnnnnnnnsqueeeeeekkkkkkk….FOOM.

Galefore’s head noisily hit the stairs to the podium in the church, and he grunted with a curse punctuating its noisiness. Galefore took a minute to regain himself from a nearly to come coma, and then he used a vibrantly colored, almost neon, blast of lightning’s fury to regain his composure and balance. He angrily stared forward at his enemy and the creative and deadly weapon which the beast toted about him; the one that had torn his arm apart and almost knocked him out.

Galefore checked his wounds, all bleeding and dripping, messily soiling the ground underneath him; a crimson red creating an elaborate painting of reddish glory and a strange mirage of courage. Galefore’s body didn’t really have TOO much damage done to it, but the wound to his wrist was detrimental. The chain blade had slid underneath his blue-and-gold armor, cutting him near his main artery of the arm, and near his elbow, almost puncturing the arteries and veins that flowed like major rivers through the arm that he was in such need to use. Angrily, Galefore charged out of the cathedral and back outside to face his attacker.

Galefore drew his mighty spear from its loop, the leather loop making an awkward sound as he drew the spear that would have normally made a brilliant ‘shiiiiiiiiiiiinkkk’ against its older loop of metal, which had been torn from Galefore’s leg in a previous encounter of angelic kind. Galefore seemed to have to fight angels allot; he had faced Scar the Angel in a cavern a year ago, and he had fought a few more unnamed enemies with wings and angelic quality. This one would most likely be just as unwilling to speech as the beasts he had fought, unlike Scar, who spoke often and loudly. What a trip…

Galefore had just made it out when his opponent swung the mirror hilted chain-sword at Galefore again. Seraph took a measure of speed to this one, a bit fiercer than the last assault. Out of the studs on his gloves, Galefore released a powerful blast of lightning, hovering with its glow over Seraph’s head. He had a positive charge, as opposed to the grounds negative, and this created reactions within Galefore. Though his power was magnified by this, he had to use it sparingly as not to overload himself. He swooped down, dodging the chain, and stabbed with an amount of fury similar to Seraph's, swooping back and forth while still stabbing and missing, showering the enemy with smoldering sparks of with and crackling bolts of energy as he went. Seraph was being electrocuted many times over, and even his immortally annoying chain-blade wasn’t doing much good at this point. Galefore poured more lightning in his assault, a gleam to his eyes as he attacked.

“Now what, Angel?” he spoke.

The angel looked up, his eyes terrifying to behold. The lightning elemental’s heart jumped to his throat for a moment. He feared a powerful counterattack, just as Galefore’s spear finally connected with Seraph’s left arm, digging in and drawing blood…