"...Too impulsive..." The Archangel whispered as he stood his ground allowing the flame strips engulf his body as he lazily turned his head to the flames on the ground. He could listen to the fire's presumptuous roar, it's energy to consume and destroy as he lowered down to place his hand into the heart of the fire. All elements had a point of control. Fire as destructive as it was, had almost no control of it's own. It went in one general path or spread to places it could consume the most in the shortest amount of time.
That said, Fire of all the elements while a very powerful force indeed, was also just as prone to turn on it's master if provided more to consume. With his face still hidden from view, he created a stream of his own energy to feed the flames despite the burning pressure brewing from his gloves to create a massive fire before he shot his volatile energy back at his attacker but before the his energy would touch the man in question, the Archangel redirected his energy towards the sky resulting in a redirected fire blast scorching up into the air as a testament to the angel's strength.
He turned his attention now to the one known as Nero as if daring him to attack too.
Erika
Sonea could see that the battle was over. She slipped back in, ignoring the dark aura. She stood next to Erika, and was about to offer some bandages but the elven healing orb well and truely trumped her so she she kept quiet, and kept them in her pocket While Athea took a mental note of their powers, Sonea instinctively took note of other aspects of the people. They were both grieving, full of emotion, and anger at the dark lord, and while their softness and sadness could be interpreted as weakness, it was giving them stregnth. They were both people who had lived full lives, only to have it stripped away. They were both clearly people who belived in good and evil, and had picked their side. They were people that would fight for the light to the death, and would never convert.
