Mission One (Operation: Keep-Away)[FINISHED]

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi felt the pleasure of his knee in the fleshy body of the devil saint. The energy balls were meant only as a distraction in the first place, the fact that they had been absorbed meant very little to the youth. Arashi was stunned though to be nailed to a wall, however brief an experience and quickly let his wings dissolve into the haze form to avoid damage. The sword was pulled away and the serrated wings appeared again from the dark fog of his vapor-like wings. Arashi prepared to find a way to assault again, his predatory eyes filled with an unreadable emotion much like lust. Though, the blast of fire was not expected at all, and it took him by surprise nearly enough to graze him. Arashi leaped away and again stood on the upper level as a fl;ash of light invaded the room.

The room was instantly made tranquil, and Arashi felt insulted by the lack of glorious pandemonium. With a scowl he looked upon the knew intruder with annoyance. The chaos infused blood was distilled and faded away into nothingness. Arashi watched the blood that was void of it's sustenance vanish as if it had never existed, not even a stain remained. Ranmyaku was not defused as the rest though, and became an obvious and ominous puddle in the now semi-clean room. Ranmyaku reformed herself in the form she had held when she had arrived in the castle. Her most natural and beastial self appearing from the pool of still chaotic blood. Though, it was likely she couldn't last long outside of Arashi with such a powerful source of law present.

Return to me now. This is not a simple ambush anymore, that man is no normal human.

He is no man Arashi

She shifted into a stream of blood and shot up to the ceiling, grabbing the embedded blade before making her way to Arashi. Arashi caught the blade in his right hand and Ranmyaku entered through the deep gashes in his forearm just before the sash around the blade covered them to drink in the blood of the young fallen. Arashi remained perched as the three beneath him seemed to get acquainted and he felt it wise to wait in case something be told of his newest opponent. His over stimulated young mind running through scenarios that he and the memories he'd acquired had to offer. The benefits of his genetics came in handy here, and there was nothing he could say against it. The man was introduced as the King of heavens fifth layer, and Arashi smirked. By the time he allowed the situation to sink in he had already found himself more the mildly amused.

Aiming to take out another one?

Should I? I'm a wanted man in three layers.. can it get any worse?

Uprights, fallen and ninjas huh? Whatever shall we do with you.

And I haven't even hit the quarter century mark.

Arashi felt the chaos that had been dimmed rush through him once more with his sprite acting as a battery inside of him. The purest feeling of chaos once more caressed his every cell, and even in the face of the royal law wielder he was confident in his power, even if he doubted his skill at it's application. The three seemed to see Arashi as a mutual enemy easily, not that it surprised him. Only that it wasn't at all difficult for them to decide he was the bad guy here.

"I see, so heaven sent a king to take my life? Or is it that your pompous action is entirely void of purpose. I'm not here for either of you... Shadow, your.. majesty?" Arashi smirked at the term. "I merely wish to speak with Mr. Hakaishi for a bit. Fists and words can be interchangeable in that case don't you think?"

Arashi eyed Abbadon in obvious malice, but with a strange restraint. It seemed that Arashi wanted one thing and did another, or he was simply unable to truly plan his actions. His method was chaos itself, and that seemed to have fell through when the law man arrived. Though, Arashi was not pathetic enough to have it end there. H held the sword so that the blade rested along his arm and pointed up above his shoulder toward the ceiling. Having no formal training with the blade, he simply combined his knowledge and memory of each movement and it's feel with his own fighting style. His black wings stretched out wide and he was armed with three blades of the best caliber.

"Or do I have to fight for the right to free speech? I didn't even have to fight Haruhi.. Tsubarisu was it? I'm sure you wanted her gone anyway, weak little vampire that she was. Starving and alone in a cabin deep in some mortal forest. She asked for everything that was given to her..and everything that was taken. I did nothing against her wishes, so why must I even worry about such persecution. It makes no sense. Or maybe you weren't here for that... maybe you didn't know who it was you jumped in on and you simply got lucky and ran into me."

The youth seemed to be talking without reason, and likely wasn't sure of why he said so much. He just remembered that it would be a good idea at the moment. If he was lucky he would aggravate Hotaka into a mistake, of better yet, distract Abbadon for the split second necessary to snatch his blade away and be done with this game.

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon frowned at Arashi. He removed his dull-glowing sword from Hotaka's throat in a stylish flip of the wrist and placed the blade on his shoulders.

"That's Hakaisha, ass-wipe!" he yelled at him with the hint. "And if you couldn't already get the hint, I'm not really that fond of you. But I'll tell you one thing; it takes big balls to mock a Heavenly King; especially one like Tsubasa over here."

It was then that Abbadon lowered the intensity of his frown. He placed his sword back in it's sheath and looked at Shadow with a look that seemed to silently say, 'I'm sorry for exploding at you earlier.'

"Watch my back, bro," Abbadon whispered in Shadow's ear before he floated to Arashi's level. His arms were crossed as he looked at his winged opponent, still managing to keep a hand on the handle of his sword.

"But if it's a little chat you want," he said to Arashi, "then I don't see why more violence is required unless absolutely necessary. So I'll start with our first topic; how the fuck do you know me?!

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei had long since left the village of Tenmegakure, taking with him only what he needed to pursue his quarry. He had been tracking the signature he found in the corpse of a decrepid vampire, one of the many dead villagers in a small hamlet Kensei had found on his path to what he would find here today. Masking himself by bending the light around his body, he used his abilities with Light to increase his speed, fevently running toward the large blip on the device that remained cloaked in his hand.

"I haven't seen the concentration of that monster's magic this strong since I found the bodies back at home." Kensei said to himself, moving swiftly through the area as transparent as the breeze. As he got closer he thought to himself the repercussions of not only abandoning the village, but leaving to pursue wanted fugitives for personal gain, not only betraying his code of ethics as an assassin class shinobi, but putting his life on the line to attack an opponent that could potential prove to strong to defeat. But none of this mattered to Kensei, in his mind, taking revenge on an opponent who killed the village leader, and escaped with potential secrets would more than make up for his borderline treachery.

Right before he could approach, the commotion of the battle stopped him in his tracks. Kensei may have been running head on into what could be the fight of his light, but he refused to die on anything else but his own terms. Stopping to watch, Kensei gathered his barrings and reached into his side compartment, grabbing a set of 3 Light-based throwing daggers, Kensei placed daggers between his fingers.

Crouching, Kensei sent a surge of Light energy through his arm, launching the daggers at Arashi at blinding speed, raising his other hand to send a magical signal to the front end dagger, he caused to to explode in Arashi's direction, cascading onto the second in a blinding barrage of light, leaving the last dagger to fly at its target, admist the violent luminescence.

[Akuma Shadow]

Shadow sensed the energy from afar but wanted to see if it was friend or foe. His answer came when the energy exploded in front of Arashi. The only problem was that he didn't know who threw them.

With Abbadon up there, who by the way can fly, the young Devil Saint felt a sense of worry. He didn't know why this feeling was taking over nor could he explain it but he had to say something.

"Your going to get yourself killed that way you moron!" Shadow shouted, "There are other people here besides your self that care whats going on!"

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

"Your going to get yourself killed that way you moron!" Shadow shouted. "There are other people here besides your self that care whats going on!"

That's all Abbadon could hear during the blinding white light that attacked his opponent across from him. He covered his eyes in time before taking part within the blindness the light provided, but hearing Shadow yell those words at that moment surprised him. Not because he didn't know he was angry at him, nor because he thought his actions thus far were mimicking that of a show-off.

They surprised him, because - even though he didn't know when - he heard Shadow say that to him before.

But, Abbadon couldn't let this opportunity slip by. While the light was still illuminating the area, Abbadon flew behind Arashi with a frown on his face.

"I guess nobody likes you, huh?" Abbadon said before he spun-kicked his back and kicked the back of his head with a back-flip kick.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi felt the blanket of acrid law coating and soothing the blaze of chaos that was Arashi. The room was no longer the glorious pool of bloody uncertainty it had once been and now it was still and calm. The absolute feeling of order was foreign to Arashi, but not his memory, it was familiar but still highly unsettling to really feel. The glimmering sense of peace made the normally unbalanced Arashi feel unsafe and his mood grew volatile. The man he knew to be Abbadon seemed poised once more and took the bait of his wish to speak. The man floated into the air as the others looked on. Arashi watched the others carefully, seeing in each whether they desired to attack through their comrade in arms.

Arashi felt a wicked grin become nothing more then a mild smirk as the man asked his question. Ranmyaku chuckled through the halls of his mind seeing the fool present himself so easily. Arashi knew he was outnumbered, so he needed to only grab the sword. He had planned to kill those he met but things had gotten rather serious. Arashi straightened up from his crouch and allowed his wings to fade into a intangible but deadly mist of chaos. He grinned as we moved to strike instead of speak, though the action hadn't begun before he was blinded by a sudden flash of light.

Guard yourself

Arashi acted immediately to raise the shield that was his hazed chaos in defense of his body. There had been no warning in his opponents attack and Arashi was suddenly sure he was more hated then he'd thought. A dagger of light or some such magic slashed through the haze and managed to cut into him through the chaos. The gash left across the left of his torso caused him to wince for the moment before looking up to see he wasn't being attacked from only one side. Abbadon took the moment of distraction as a point of attack. The first kick landed without a hitch and sent Arashi into a sideways lurch, forcing him to step out and stabilize himself. The flipping kick however took long enough to allow Arashi to defend himself, and the youth was swift in his motion.

Without knowing who he may be looking at for the second opponent that remained hidden, Arashi whipped the hazed wings of chaos outward in a surging attack aimed for the assaulting form of Abbadon. Since he hadn't been attacked by the angel of the other devil saint, Arashi focused himself again on his prize. With a mild glance at the reaction of Abbadon after his first sudden strike Arashi utilized his herethere ability, appearing in the space behind Abbadon as if he had always been there and swung his leg in a short arch in attempt to deliver a crushing blow to the spine of his opponent. His black haze of chaos trailing behind his bone-splitting kick as to add to whatever damage was dealt.

Arashi would spend no more time in waiting for his next move, the cut from the dagger had allowed the boy to spill a bit of fresh blood, yet to be canceled by the lawful upright. Arashi sent the blood at Abbadon's neck in the form of an arrow with his silent influence as he readied to strike again.

[Akuma Shadow]

Damn it! Shadow thought as he slammed his blade into the ground, the hilt glowing as red as blood. The young Devil Saint's eyes glowing in such a way as well.

Lust, Shadow thought to himself, Get ready! Shadow ran to a near by wall, his right hand forming a fist and glowing in the same red light as his blade. Throwing off his black coat, he ran up the wall in break neck speed.

"I may not be able to fly," Shadow began to shout with anger in his voice, "But I can jump!" With that, The Devil Saint lift off the wall in a back flip, his body twisting around in the air as he did. He face the man in his sight, aiming his fist with fire in his eyes to attack.

"Now take this!" Shadow swung back his fist and then with all the force of his body could do, swung it back with enough speed making contact with Arashi's face. He landed on the ground in a skid as his fist lost it glow.

[Tsubarisu Hotaka]

Hotaka raised his hand above his head calling Frederick back. He watched Arashi defend himself, only to have it shattered by an unknown force of Light. Hotaka had not anticipated encountering so many civilians, but that mattered little to Hotaka. The Law seal that was placed on Ranmyaku would now serve him even better than it would before. Ranmyaku was now inside Arashi alongside with the seal.

It was justice. When Hotaka raised his hand, that signaled Frederick back, which also made Frederick smirk and release the Law seal on Ranmyaku. The same Ranmyaku the Arashi called back into himself. The seal exploded within Arashi releasing a ridiculously LARGE amount of law energy.

Justice was what befell those who wronged Heaven. It was Justice that signified the one true Justice, that was Hotaka amplifying the intensity of the Law explosion, with the flat of Absolution's blade.

"It is Justice.......The one true Justice.

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon felt the impact his leg made with Arashi's back. He somewhat saw his reaction to it. It was his back flip kick that made him question, only because he didn't feel his foot impact anything; like he was just kicking the air. When he was upright again, he tried to query this situation, only to find out that the reason why he didn't feel his foot hit anything, was because Arashi was gone.

"...the Hell?" he questioned. That's when he felt it. A wicked kick to his spine sent him on a collision course to a nearby wall. And if the kick that would have paralyzed a regular mortal wasn't painful enough, the impact to the nearby wall was a bitch itself. Face-first was how he greeted the cement-enforced wooden wall.

The impact immediately broke his concentration to retain his flight, causing him to immediately bounce off the wall. He crashed on to the floor just missing the arrow Arashi formed from his blood directed toward his neck as he span like an out of control vehicle rolling on it's side down the highway, until the opposite wall stopped him from breaking the world record for "rolling on your side after getting kicked in the spine."

"FUCK!" Abbadon yelled in retaliation after spitting up a small puddle of saliva and blood from his mouth. He grabbed his sword and used it as a prop to help him stand. The fact that neither of the impacts paralyzed any part of his body was surprising even to himself.

It was then that he saw Shadow jump up toward Arashi with a glowing red fist, glowing red eyes and his sword stabbed in the floor glowing red as well. Even in the midst of the battle, Abbadon chuckled as he took the time to see Shadow's style of fighting, seeing Shadow punch Arashi in the face with his glowing red fist.

"Now that's something you don't see everyday," he said.

When he saw Shadow punch Arashi, he immediately noticed the ribbon wrapped around his arm seem to unravel a bit. Abbadon smiled immediately as he pulled out a shuriken from the ninja pack he took from the Devil Saint headquarters.

"Gotcha!" he said to himself. He pressed down on the tip. "Heat!" he yelled. "Possess this conductor to scold the powers of mine enemy!"

With a steady hand and a quick flick of the wrist, Abbadon threw the star toward Arashi's ribbon, just to see it glow red and erupt in a small flame. The shuriken passed Shadow barely as he landed on the floor next to him in the form of a skid. Abbadon looked at him with a smile.

"Remind me never to get you pissed in a Gundam-Fight Match!" he joked to Shadow as he hoped his heated shuriken cut through Arashi's ribbon at the same time.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

With so many opponents arashi was a fool to ignore two of them. The kick landed and sent flying his target just as expected and Arashi felt himself prepare to rush forward into a second assault but was struck with a halting voice from inside of him. Realizing the magic she had been bound by, Ranmyaku seperated her physical form from Arashi through the wound in his arm beinfg held open by the red sash.

The ejection of Ranmyaku distracted the fallen and he looked to his side, the pooled blood that had rushed out of him lay obviously near depleted. Arashi then felt another rush of force collide wit his face as his wings solidified too late to defend him. The flying strike caught Arashi fully unaware and distraught and Arashi tumbled off into the floor and rolled about, wings trailing behind him. His body tensed and Arashi recovered himself,kicking himself up and twirling as he spread his wings.

The lethal edge of his Djinni wings sliced through the wall next to hims and he stood erect and obviously angry. He glanced over to his sprite who lay in a puddle of blood and only felt more enraged. The senseless wrath that he had felt in his youth peaked through into his eyes and the chaos tied into the core of his very existence pulsed recklessly from the boy. The sword he had wanted was lost in his mind and the sinicle but guiding voice of Ranmyaku wasn't there to check him.

Then as he just finished his recovery as the shuriken came hurtling toward him. He felt the heat as the bladed projectile sliced the red sash. The piece attatched to his flesh tightened and Arashi bleed more profusely and the blood flowed out,grasping the end of the cut sash and pulled the red ribbon back together. Then the bloody stream coated the sash and flowed down the sword, painting the blade and it's hilt red as Arashi rushed forward for the one who'd punched him.

Arashi spread his wings and flew forwad after Shadow, the wicked edged wings glistened as if wanting to rip into the man's body. Arashi blew by Shadow withotu swinging a blow, intending instead to slice the man clean in two.

At the same time Arashi threw the bloody sword at Abbadon hoping the man would block the chaos coated weapon and suffer said weapons wrath. The bloodied sash trailed behind the blade, keeping the sword under Arashi's control as he came around to swing a twirling kick at the body of Akuma Shadow.

Arashi intended to fight Abbadon with the flying blade and hopfully whip Shadow with the streamer of chaos that tied Arashi to his sword.

All this while, the shapeless form of the injured Ranmyaku feebly attempted to recover herself and go to Arashi's aid without success. She resolved herself to slipping into the floor and sloshing about under the battlefield to offer the occassional surprise to Arashi's foes. Though, she was annoyed she fell for such a simple thing as a seal.

Damned overpowered law bitch

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon could only stare in frustration as he saw that even though the shuriken cut one of Arashi's ribbons that it instantly attached itself back to his arm. He sighed in response.

"Well," he said, "I can't say I wasn't expecting it..."

That's when Abbadon saw that Arashi seemed to become flustered in a sinister rage, with the expansion of his wings apparently doing all of the talking for him. He leaned his head toward Shadow's left ear.

"I think that little 'Burning Finger' attack pissed him off," he whispered.

That was when he saw Arashi advance toward the two. While it seemed that he was heading toward Shadow, the same ribbon that attached itself back to Arashi after he dismembered it took control of the sword that was used to kill Miss Tomi. And it was heading straight for him.

Abbadon raised an eyebrow. "Holy Shit," he said dryly.

However, Abbadon saw first hand the results of being cut by that blade. And he wasn't about to become the second victim. Plus, he was about to attack Shadow, by which - once again out of instinct - Abbadon could not allow. As he saw the sword thrust toward him, he jumped upward out of the way. While using some of his regained stamina and flight ability, he ran up the sash and spun-kicked Arashi's head, hoping to redirect Arashi's direction of his projected magic attack toward Shadow, landing immediately next to his fellow Devil Saint this time.

"You want him, tough guy?!" Abbadon yelled. "You'll have to go through me!!"

[Akuma Shadow]

As Shadow slid on the floor began to slow down and his fist glow growing dim, he smiled at Abbadon's Gundam reference. For some reason, he felt as though Abbadon did this sort of thing before--as if this was common between the two, almost routine. It made him smile in his head amiss the battle that was going on.

He felt happy.

But as he thought of this 'happy moment', he fail to realize Arashi speeding toward him. He turn around at the last instant only to see Abbadon come to his rescue, again, and attacked Arashi back, hearing the words

You want him, tough guy!?;You'll have to go through me!!, coming out of his mouth. They felt heart warming to him and the only thing Shadow could do was hug him, tightly.

"Thank you..." he whispered. He then quickly let go, realizing what he just did.

What's...Happening to me...he thought as he held out his right hand. His blade returned to it's owners palm, the glow from it dimming as well.

Whatever it is, he thought as he prepared himself, it will have to wait till this is over with...

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon immediately rolled his eyes when he saw Shadow hug him in response for protecting him once again. He didn't know if this was payback for that hug he gave him when he tried to unlock memories about him or if he was in another one of his emotional crises. Either way, this was not the time, the place, nor the situation for physical contact regarding allies.

"You're welcome; you're welcome," he said with a sigh. "Now get the fuck off me, bro!"

Once he saw Shadow release his grip and looked at himself confused, there was no doubt in his mind that Lust and Rage were working their magic. The fact that they chose a moment like this made didn't surprise Abbadon one bit. Knowing him, they probably found it funny as hell.

Then Abbadon saw Shadow summon his sword. That instantly made Abbadon reminice on their battle at the flower shop. It was there that he saw Shadow display his ability over fire magic, both in it's naked form and through its sword. Abbadon only used his Sword of Darkness to channel his fire magic through once before during his fight with Hotaka. But it left him in such a weakened state that he decided to use it only in case of emergencies.

And this was definitely an emergency.

Abbadon pulled out the Sword of Darkness and looked at his supposed best friend with one of his serious stares.

"Shadow!" he yelled to him, trying to snap him out of his little "man-up moment."

"Hey, bro. Listen to me! We need to channel our fire magic through our swords to attack Arashi! If we say our spells at the same time, the blasts should be able to fuse together to cause a shit-load of damage to that bleeding motherfucker! Can you do it?!"

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei saw his attacks do there intended job, serve as a distraction to the young man who radiated the same magical signature as the bodies of those in his village. Remaining cloaked as he surveyed the battlefield, he found the corpse of a women. Using his instruments to examine the body, the cadaver had the same features of those killed in Tenmagakure, pale skin, listless eyes, and multiple slashes, both rough and fine in their incision. The most prominent feature about the corpse is that it radiated the same type of magic as the man he attack, forcing Kensei to the conclusion that he had at last found the perpetrator.

"It's him... the man who killed my elder and disgraced my home. The man who slew my father." Kensei said, putting away his instruments, and removing his sword. Via the use of the sound enhancement device in his ear, Kensei over heard the conversation the two men who attacked his quarry planning on an attack of there own. Leaping in their direction, Kensei uncloaked before he hit the ground to not surprise them further.



"Listen, it was I who ignited those photon detonators at him, for I am hunting him as well. IF you use your fire magic as you intend to, I shall complement that by amplifying the light from the flames. When you strike avert your eyes, and I shall do the rest. We must be quick, so attack while he is distracted by the other man over there." Kensei said, speaking imperatively.

[Akuma Shadow]

Shadow nodded his head, understanding what he needed to do. The only problem was that Lust, his persona, was the one who controled it best. He needed Lust to take over his body and do the attack for him.

The second problem was that he never tried this before and he had no idea how long the effects were going to last. In the off chance, he can stay in the trance as long as he need it but it go wrong and either A) keep him in the trance or he could lose power.

I have to do this, he thought, I won't make the same mistake...

"Well, who ever you are," he said to the man in blue, "Get ready." With that, he raised his blade, slowly at first but with a shake of his head he quickly held it in his right hand at the direction of Arashi.

Shadow's eyes turned a shade of red, the hilt of the blade doing so as well.

Lust, he thought, I'm counting on you...

"Flame of the forgotten; Incandescent of Fire, I call you for blessing to give this one..."

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon blinked rapidly after seeing the man in blue basically drop out of the sky.

Or... ceiling...

Either way, Abbadon basically ran out of ways to express his expression of surprise facially, so he could only blink with the normal slip of his tongue.

"Well damn," he said to the response of the random-ass ninja guy.

That's when he heard the ninja guy start to talk. He admitted to both Shadow and himself that he was indeed the one who threw those light-thingys at Arashi he called photon detonators.

How the hell does a ninja have access to weapons owned by fuckin' Master Chief? he thought to himself.

Then he said that he overheard Abbadon bring up his idea about his fire fusion blast idea with Shadow. When he said that he had the power to increase the attack with his light magic, that kinda made Abbadon flinch and have another one of his blinking situations.

"Well damn," he said to the ninja-guy once again.

He peered over to Shadow, who was nodding in agreement. But he could tell that he wasn't too keen with the whole fire-fusion attack situation; like he was dealing with something within himself before making sure he could do it. But he saw that he quickly shook it off, and stood in position for the spell.

His sword was in his right hand pointed toward Arashi while his left hand was over his right arm, kinda like in the way that Goku guy formed his hands whenever he made an energy attack in that anime he couldn't stand worth shit. Abbadon smirked, kinda relieved that he knew the spell.

That's it, bro, he thought to himself.

"Flame of the forgotten; Incandescent of Fire," he heard Shadow call out. "I call you for blessing to give this one..."

That's when Abbadon quickly spun his sword out of his right hand into his left, and stood right next to Shadow, mirroring his position. The two swords touched at the tips, the fingertips of their elevated hands barely touching as a form of kinetic energy seem to spark between them.

"...our mutual enemy before thee," Abbadon yelled with enthusiasm, "the curse of a thousand years of Hellfire!"

Abbadon watched in amazement as a single flame formed between Abbadon and Shadow's barely touching hands. Both the Sword of Darkness and Shadow's Heki Akuma started glow red at the tip, until a rapidly growing fireball started to form from the blades of the two swords.

The flame between Abbadon and Shadow's hand then shot to the oversized fireball in the form of a reddened beam, acting as a countdown before the fireball with a mixture of the colors red, orange, black and green shot from the two Devil Saint's swords.

Abbadon's nose started to bleed. He didn't know how long he could keep this up. His knees started buckling immediately after he uttered the second half of the spell. He stared back at the man in blue with a frown of frustration.

"What the hell are you waiting for, ninja guy?!" he yelled. "Work your god-damn magic before it shoots off!!"

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei moved to a position behind the two men who began to to channel there Fire magic into their swords. Soon the energy of their spell produced a massive fire projectile that was launched at the target Arashi, as Kensei held his sword by the handle, tip downward clenching both of his hands together with his index and middle fingers pressed together. As the light raidiated off the fireball, Kensei began to channel his own magic to control and manipulate the light beaming from the fire, twisting and contorting the various beams until they formed blinding rays that shot in Arashi's direction.

As Kensei focused his magic more, the beam gained more energy, traveling with both grat force and speed, as Kensei turned his sword, jumped infront of the two men and slashed his blade at the the cacophony of heat and illumination multiple, his slashes backed with his Light magic slicing the fireball into smaller portions, their energy absorbed by his light beams traveling at Arashi in a barrage of engery beams, comprised of a storm concussive, heated, and luminescent beams,all aimed at the Fallen rouge.

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon watched as the ninja guy started to amplify the light in the fireball that was growing like frickin' cancer on a brain tumor patient. He closed his eyes tightly, guarding them just as he warned. His nose still continued to gush out blood before he could feel the blast launch from the two swords. He never performed a fire spell to this degree before, even if it did involve two people. It was taking a lot out of him, and he could feel it.

When the blast did launch, Abbadon opened his eyes. He saw the guy in blue spandex jump in front of he and Shadow, slicing nothing but air, only to realize that those slashes actually separated the giant blast to form an unmissable barrage of attacks headed toward Arashi's way. Abbadon chuckled, thinking about how the outcome of this would be.

"Gotcha," he said silently, "you winged-feaked bastard."

But as he celebrated to himself, he saw his sword eject itself out of his hand. It twirled around and floated about an inch in front of his face. Abbadon looked at his sword, confused as he could be. It wasn't until he watched his sword fly around him and back into his sheath until he decided to question the phenomena.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked out loud.

Suddenly, Abbadon felt a hint of regurgitation in his system. He instantly heaved out something pretty thick. But it wasn't anything food related. It was his own blood. It seemed that he was starting to feel the after-effects of performing fire magic way past his current ability, and his sword apparently knew when it was time to retreat. Abbadon's legs once again started to buckle until he could no longer feel them. He started to fall backwards, trying to find anything around him available to break his fall. But, just like his luck, there wasn't any.

Abbadon landed on his back head first in a small puddle of his own blood. He tried desperately to raise something, but his body was almost completely out of energy. He looked around, trying to see if he could alert anyone of his condition. But he couldn't even speak out loud he was so weak. That was when his vision started to blur. His breath started to quicken with the frustration he was going through. That was when he started thinking about what was happening to him.

I'm about to die, aren't I? he thought to himself. Fuck.

Then his vision blackened as he fell unconscious.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi's attacks were effectively rendered useless again by the overprotective pair and he found himself against the wall attempting to recount the passed three seconds. Arashi had rushed recklessly for Shadow and tossed a blade to the other guy. Though, as soon as this happened he knew only the feeling of a kick to the side of the head. It wasn't so much that it hurt like hell that launched him into a spin, but that it hurt far more then he had expected. The blow hadn't caught him in the most balanced position and he was sent veering off Through one of the many high pillars that supported the stairs and the upper level of the giant foyer. The marble snapped and toppled atop him, bouncing roughly on his body after he bounced from the wall. He wasn't at all surprised that he coughed out a tooth, nor was he surprised that the second he took to hit the wall gave the duo enough time to start... hugging?

Are you alright?

The weakened voice of his sprite worried him, and it was strange to feel that way at that. He had been so used to feeling as if she was untouchable and mighty as his power felt when it reigned over him that her weakened state surprised him. Not only that but he had unconsciously become attached to her as she was to him.

I'm fine. Save your strength. I'll be leaving when I get that sword.

..heh.. cocky little runt.

Arashi felt a renewed need and strength at the remembrance of his goal and the knowledge that although weak, his sprite would likely be able to recover. Picking himself up took all of three seconds, and he called back his sword. The streamer or crimson that attached it to himself grew more potently magical as Arashi's collected state increased the hold he had on his power. The bridled furry that seethed through the chaos in his veins pulsed in waves, acting as a lethal adrenaline. Arashi saw the two men talk a second begin to harness some power or another and scoffed at the foolish thought that they had ability to harm him.

Humans...what fools.

Arashi began to walk forward as the third dropped his veil and fell into the fray behind the first couple. After a moment he added his own magics to the mix and the threat was a bit more pronounced.

Arashi..

Shut it.. you sound like my...hmph.. never mind.

Arashi did as she wished and readied himself for the attack to come by pulling his blade across his Left arm, allowing the blood to flow and focusing his energy on escaping his body. It was an awkward feeling to expel your energy and hold it at the same time, but the resulting gush of blood was both unnatural and swift. Arashi's bloody sash cut into his right arm at the same time and he remained still as he watched the beam launch forward, closing distance at an alarming speed. The torrent of blood nearly tripped as a result of his alarm and the beam split into the most disturbing barrage of magic he had yet seen from a mortal group. Ranmyaku had been right to warn him, it wouldn't have ended well if he wasn't surrounded by his comforting pool of chaos.

As the vicious wave of fireballs hurtled to him he leaped backward, sweeping his wings to speed up and at the same time he raised a bloody wall to stop what he could, about ten fireballs was all it took to break the wall and Arashi pulled a second up immediately, this one thicker then the last, but it took no more then ten to destroy the hastily made wall. It wasn't as if the plane of the wall was solid or still enough to hold kinetic energy to support it before it was tested. Arashi quit with the walls when he realized that in order to keep himself alive he needed to care less about the castle's structure and more about preventing the spell from smashing into him. Arashi pulled the bloody mass to him and in the process took out a few more fireballs, but the ten or twenty remaining where within feet of him when his back hit the wall.

Without a second thought Arashi used the blood to form a good fifteen thick bloody tendrils, each ten feet long and slashed wildly in front of him, cutting down as many of the fireballs as possible. This defense effectively ripped up at least two thirds of the marble pillars on the side of the foyer that he was on, leaving the upper level of the area in a less the stable state. At the end of the long and frantic two seconds of defending himself Arashi saw five fireballs break the area of his defense and into the two feet area he knew to be an unavoidably fucked up area to have enemy spells. The only thing he could to was slice at the attack and that got him blasted through the stone wall and out into the dawning sunlight. The bloody chaos fell lifeless when he was lifted off his feet and out into the morning sun. Arashi's body bounced once before he flipped and landed, skidding to a stop before falling to a knee. His sword soared through the air, still attached to his arm and hung in midair. After the loss of focus he had stopped bleeding. Arashi was at least twenty yards from the estate and his body was whole, but he knew better then to look down.

Arashi's right side was in pain, a result of three broken ribs and a lot of missing flesh. His left thigh was singed and bleeding, as was his right arm in it's entirety. Arashi stood, blood dripping down his body and grinned as he spread wide his black wings as if to taunt the threesome.

[Akuma Shadow]

When the attack was done, Shadow came back to his senses. He felt drain of a lot of energy but he had enough to still stand for about five seconds. He knelt down to the ground before his vision came to focus.

At first he saw the ninja in front of him, still standing after all that happen. He then made his eyes follow up, the smell of burnt flesh heavy in the air. it was Arashi, damage to the point that a regular human would have died or at east prayed to die.

He then looked around to find Abbadon. Where the hell is this fool? he thought as he continued to look.

Then he saw him, Abbadon laying on the ground in a small pool of blood. Shadow, with out a thought in his mind, dragged his body to Abbadon.

"Is he..." he let out. Tears started to roll down his face.

No, Lust projected at him, He's just knocked out. You guys better leave, now. Shadow made a nod and with a bit of energy left in him, he grabbed the man with his right arm, using his left to place his own blade back.

"Hey, you!" he shouted at the Ninja while the tears stilled flowed, "I need your help getting his to my car. He looks like he's knocked out. We can't stay here."