"King of Hell, eh? Odd. the last "King" I knew was how should I say... more imposing? More demonic? Well, I suppose I shouldn't judge by first glances." David looked down at Oni, even though both his hands were now moving, tracing invisible lines in the air. The red mist that had been waiting patiently surged forth, forming tiny bloody droplets, each darting forth in a different direction. Flying faster than the angels could hope the flee, the tiny drops formed into additional sigils, forming into a large circle upon the ground. Ice burst forth from those portals, surging into the air and cutting off their escape route. The temperature dropped dramatically as the ice continued to pour out, before finally it stopped, having formed a large dome surrounding the twelve angels, as well as David, Kora and Oni.
"Interesting trick with the mines, there. I might ask you to teach me that. For now, though, I'll settle for a name, since I now know Oni's. I am David." David began to drift down from the air, unconcerned with the mines below, now that Oni had collected them. By the time he did, the angels had already done an about face, before reforming their rank and file. It seemed that they understood that they wouldn't be allowed to leave, unless they ended the spell at its source; they had tested the ice walls with their weapons, and some weak magic, to no avail. The twelve had formed up, with four in front, four in the middle, and four in the back, presumably with their squad leader in that back row to direct their efforts. They knew full well who it was they fought: the King of Hell would not be a pushover, and no one that associated him could be considered weak.
"Fine! I've been itching to take that head of yours, foul beast." One of the lead angels snarled out, yet despite his bluster and bravado, he never broke formation. Well disciplined, these troops. David was about to test that. He sprinted forward at an alarming pace, leaving it up to Kora and Oni to either go on the offense or stay in their defensive position. A blade of ice formed in the hand without the sigil as he charged forward, a long and thin scimitar that radiated great cold. The two center angels of the forward line stepped forward to meet his charge with one of their own, one with a spear and the other with sword and shield, both at the ready. Meanwhile, one of the angels in the back line began to cast a spell, while the remaining nine circled around David, heading towards Oni and Kora.
David slid to a halt, parrying to the side a strike from the spear, before being forced to take a retreating leap back, to avoid a follow-up strike and a well timed stroke from the sword. Reasonably skilled, and good with teamwork, and they were keeping him away from the clearly dangerous element of their little trio, being the caster. I've been told multiple times not to kill them, but easier said than done. He deflected a lunge from the sword, while a spear strike from just behind the shielded angel just narrowly sailed past his cheek. While he'd used a few flashy spells, David knew he had to avoid anything too gratuitous: beyond the fact that doing so was liable to kill the angels, it might even compromise his identity as An.
He shoved his shoulder hard into the shield in front of him, forcing the man sliding back, but even that seemed to be coordinated. As one, the two brawlers jumped to the side, just as a bolt of lightning sheared the air, aimed straight for David's heart. "Not bad." David summoned forth a a thin wall of ice, using the portal on his hand, placing it just between himself and the bolt of lightning. Anchored to the ground, the electricity struck the ice, dispersing along the front face of the wall and partially into the ground, before vaporizing it. Steam billowed out, and the sword and spear angels both surged into that cloud, weapons stabbing into that mystery.
Having jumped back at the impact of the lightning, David watched as the sword first emerged from that mist, but so focused was the swordsman on his target, that he never noticed that the scimitar was gone. Instead, a puddle of ice, on the ground just before him, slickened the ground now. The spear continued forward too, just behind the swordsman, who had just begun to lose his footing from his far too enthusiastic lunge. David stepped forward, just beneath the sword, palm grabbing the swordsman by the helmet. Before he could even stroke downward, David's fist clamped, freezing the mist in a moment's span. It had gotten all over their skin, in their eyes and ears, and worse yet in their lungs. The spearman, who had yet to emerge from the fullness of that cloud, fell to the ground covered in rime, body thrown into cardiac arrest. The swordsman had mostly left that mist, and had escaped most of that pain, but the brief shock was enough to paralyze his muscle. That was all the time David needed. Sending a pulse of energy out through his palm and into the angel's head, David caused a small vibration in his bloodstream, which quickly propagated throughout his system, eventually reaching his heart and brain. Literally shaken to his core, the man fainted immediately.
"Should have sent more after me!" David yelled out the the angels who were now behind him, his taunt drawing a few distracted gazes. His bait set, he turned his gaze over to the caster, beginning to close the distance.
DarkKingJilly rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
