[Jigsaw]

OoC: Here it is, finally.

Galefore stood motionless and brooded silently to himself. His eyes closed peacefully, and he felt the chill of the small flakes of snow touching him, his armor warming him from the frigid drizzle, and his mind now on the thoughts of peace. An archangel calming a storm and then replacing it with due peace, and this peace made in silence save a few grunts and flaps, whereas the storm was conjured by noise, and noise sustained it. What haughtiness had taken over Galefore to even think that his storm would be kept? What thoughts could he use, what power to unlock, what deed to do now could save him from this situation: An angel whose swords blocked conventional attack and whose will blocked supernatural cataclysm! Such a situation required quick thinking, but the serenity of the falling snow brought no manner of hatred to Galefore’s mind, and he fell under desire to finish this quickly. He still felt the bite of his wounds taking blood from his veins, but he would just have to bleed for a little while longer, and Seraph would run dry if Galefore had the last say in it!

“My awful behavior is apologized now, on my part in the least; I’ve been cocky as usual, a façade, but a personality I take too seriously sometimes. Allow me to finish this with strategy. Dash my hopes for expecting the merest of my strategies to avail! Never once have they won, and the least I expected wasn’t to win with them, but here I stand awestruck… It’s dubious, but the fight must continue… SO we continue, huh, ol’ buddy, we ain’t done yet!” Galefore said this as the angel continued flying. From the studs in the gloves he wore, Galefore once more levitated and entered the air, his sword now once more in hand and his eyes scanning for openings.

None.

The wounds they had sustained dripped blood like falling rain, and soon, if at all, there would be a torrent. Galefore had much pain as he released his energy. He was now thinking of ways to use his power against Seraph. But, in a wild idea, Galefore thought that even a lightning elemental, which is a broad term referring to the magical being who controls electricity in the Elemental Cycle, could control magnetic energy. So he commanded his being into summoning a steeple head, and as he levitated with one hand, he used the other one, which was equipped with a sword, to fling magnetically the first of many steeples at Seraph. Seraph must of thought in laughable, because he easily ducked the first. Galefore threw a second, and then a third, and eventually chased Seraph into an area where he was surrounded by church steeples. Galefore grinned. He summoned his every wit into his next attack, which was not at all an easy one to execute, not at all in any way.

Galefore’s concentration began to create a tremulous unbalance of great steeples, shaking as Galefore’s eyes became bloodshot and his gnashing teeth visible as he pulled and strained his ability to bring the steeples to a center, which he had created by altering the charge in Seraph’s bladed weapons. Seraph looked around distraught, but Galefore continued to concentrate.

And concentrate.

And concentrate….

Soon, the shaking was audible, the roof trembling in pressure…

And it went on, the silence, and it was unnerving and painful.

Soon, the attack brought forth a very discomforting noise, and Seraph began to fly downwards to avoid the steeples, now detached and flying towards him at a speed beyond his. Soon, they were in a race, and Seraph hoped to win as Galefore hoped his attack to prevail.

Those steeples moved completely and altogether too quickly, and in the end, there was a silence in the snow again, as the steeples reached their target.

At that moment, it was uncertain the outcome, but maybe it would be, as Galefore put it at that moment, a

“Checkmate.”