[Seraph]

The ground below the angelic body quite literally turned to gas under the force of the electrical energy, streaming and smoldering and releasing a torrent of grey and black smoke, like a veil, over ground zero, to which the angel had been occupying, leaving Galefore in the dark about the outcome, left to gasp and pant for air, trying to see what had become of his angelic attacker. The scent of smoke filling the grand arena, clouds of dust wafting through the air, as if the covering cloud was lingering on purpose, with no intent or reasoning behind it other then to draw out suspense, like a cosmic joke or the work of some playful demon lingering around, invisible and mischevious.

The first thing to appear from the lingering cloud was the image of a spider web . . . well, not quite, to be honest, it seemed to hold more of a shape similiar ro an umbrella stripped of its cloth, left with nothing but its wires and handle, a deep, endless black color, just poking out from the grey smoke. More smoke cleared, and, beyong Galefore's belief or understanding, as smoke was pushed out by deep breathes, originated from the lips of the angel, standing, looking only slightly stunned, his collar ripped away and showing his beautiful mouth to the open air, the strange black devise in his hand none other then the gnarled flesh of the black, abyssal sword, ever strand and length pulled apart halfway up the blade and spread out to break the force of the oncoming lightning, using its construct to repel all energy like a super anti-conductor and stopping the current from being able to do any more lethal damage.

Seraph's wings were half-opened, and flapped slightly, sending clouds of settlign dust and lingering smoke away from him, looking up, and smirking, though only slightly, at the look of shock on Galefore's face. Of course, the attack had done some damage, but the bulk of it being repelled, the angel could grit his teeth under his soft lips, masking the pain as it felt as if his muscles were being pricked by pins, fingers flinching around the hilt of the black blade, the spread lengthes suddenly moving, as if of their own accord like something organic instead of sword flesh, and gnarled themselves back into the shape of a sword, just like before, wrapping around itself and becoming still once more, although something was strange about that sword . . . although, just lifeless metal, it almost seemed to . . . 'breathe?'

Galefore stood for too long, as, soon after the sword kept him distracted, its opposite, the mirrored blade, was launched back, as the Seraphim pulled bakc his arm, feeling his muscled stretch, before he suddenly pushed all himself forward, feeling the hilt shudder as the chain escaped its hilt and shot forward, before him, as the swords pulls itself apart and moves to intercept Galefore with a deep vengence. Only too late, did the flicker of light against the tip of the blade finally catch Galefore's eye, making him flinch, and then cry out as the tip of the blade, the last chunk of sword pushed right through the shoulder of his arm holding the katana, and the backward points catching on the other side, piercing the warrior clear through and locking him in tight, no escape and blood dripped down his body and arm, pooling on the floor.

Seraph wasted, no time, as his opponent was caught and locked in against his sword, as his wings flapped, his feet leaving the ground, though only a few feet, and a few stray fingers holding the hilt of the dark, abyssal blade pushed and gripped the chain right near the hilt of his mirrored sword. His wings collpased, folding in against his back as his legs coiled up, then threw down to launch his weight back into the crater of dust and soot, giving a remorsless pull against the chain and brutally extracting the caught tip of his sword from Galefore's shoulder with a shower of blood spraying forward from his body, the sword, steeped in red, recoiling and slamming back against the hilt as one, solid weapon once again, as Galefore himself, pulled off his feet with the strong pull, was forced to fall forward onto his stomach, grunting as his body landed on the hard, bloodied floor of the cathedral . . .

Attacking like he was, with his control of lightning and energy, merely gave the angel the perfect way to both defend and attack, a beautiful and deadly alliance of offense and defense that left Galefore painfully open for a counter, as he was expiriencing now, bleeding on the floor . . .