Private battle; Clash of the Pallys

[Aurelus LaCrois]

His boots thudded onto the tarmac as he leapt from rosso's, each step being accompanied by a clink from his armour, and then the singing of metal as Urim was pulled the rest of the way from its housing, readying the blade in his left hand so the point was towards the expected approach of his opponent, and his hand arched back towards his right shoulder.

[Project Whitewash]

The moment the two of them had gotten outside Rosso's, Arcanjelo's hand extended upwards and he released a massive pillar of flame into the air. The civilians in the area ran like crazy to get away from the sources of it, which would leave Arcanjelo and Angelus alone for the time being.

"... There. No bystanders. I'd rather not wait for you to look for a quiet, out-of-the-way spot." He twirled his blade around, now glaring at the man who had been his closest friend since nearly the moment they'd met.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

He continued to stand there in his stance, Urim unmoving other than the cracks beginning to glow a little more as the bonds between them strengthened, he would need it for this battle.

"There is still time for you to come back to the order, I implore you not to force my hand on this."

As he talked his right hand reached into his pocket and withdrew the silver crucifix with blue gems.

[Project Whitewash]

"The fact you drew your sword on me is all that I need to stay away. You can't see past your own weak philosophy." He held the glowing-orange blade ahead of himself; Heat-distortion was visible on it. Unless Urim had other enchantments he wasn't aware of, Arcanjelo's new, currently-nameless Orichalkos blade would probably cut through it like a hot knife through butter.

He lunged forward to do just that, not taking his eyes off Angelus' own as he sped forward like a bolt of lightning, aiming the weapon not for Angelus' weapon but the hand that held it. A sword could be a grand defensive weapon, true, but Arcanjelo's own sword would put that to the test.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

With the blade pointed towards his opponent, it stood well between the orichalkos blade and his hand, meaning flicking the point downwards as the lunge came would cause it to rake along the edge of his sword, his hand still up at shoulder height and pointing the blade downwards as he slid it upwards towards the crossguard.

He could feel the edge of the blade trying to shrink away from the heat as the two swords met, but the light blue tinge to the metal was a thin layer of energy he had imbued, protecting its honed edge from damage, as he attempted to lock the blades.

With this hopefully happening, Urim's upper half would fragment, each piece having a tendril of light energy connecting it to the next, so it snaked downwards almost like a scorpion's tail ready to strike, and swing horizontally at knee height.

[Project Whitewash]

Arcanjelo was a quick opponent, and although his speed had been forgotten for a time while he'd been wielding his Grand Sword, Helios, it was still there; The instant before the blades locked, Arcanjelo swept his sword completely off towards the side, probably risking a cut to himself as he brought their blades away from contact. However, he'd dance away from the edge as skillfully as possible.

Meanwhile, Sol was on-attention; Urim would probably escape Arcanjelo's attention, but not the Lion's. Orichalkos ripped through his trousers, still in liquid shape but catching Urim in this. One could almost see a lionshead catching the fragmented blade between its fangs. Then the leggings solidified, with Urim's tip still embedded within the much-stronger metal.

This was all as Arcanjelo attempted to press his hand straight against Angelus' face. If he succeeded in that, Angelus would feel the heat close up, as Arcanjelo's hand turned into a makeshift flamethrower.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

He would continue swiping with the lower section of Urim towards his hands, while the tendril to the trapped tip severed itself, withdrawing slightly and preparing for when it would strike again.

Rachign back with his right hand the crucifix in his hand would begin to glow, forming itself into Balmung across his back as the blue silhouette of light expanded, but unlike its normal size when it formed on his hip, the base of the sheath almost touched the ground, and the pommel easily coming up to just above his head.

Grasping the handle firmly he would hunch down as he took the blade's weight, hopefully ducking under the offending hand and beginning to slide the sword from its housing right before Arcanjelo's face, it's passive flash of light going off as it was withdrawn likely dazzling him.

[Project Whitewash]

He knew Angelus too well for that - he was still Holy Order, regardless of the slide he was falling to, and he had become incredibly focused in his training - when he ducked and took hold of his sword's hilt, Arc closed his eyes for that split-second. However, seeing what a disadvantageous position he'd gotten himself into, Arcanjelo slammed the tip of his sword down on the threads connecting Urim to keep it from slicing into his hands...

He then brought his hand directly downward towards the ground between them. A furious blast of bright blue fire would detonate between them, and it was with this that Arcanjelo hoped to gain some extra ground. Arcanjelo would only feel the kinetic force of the blow due to his body's temperance against Fire (which had only been strengthened by his time away for several reasons), but Angelus would, if he didn't find a quick way to protect himself, be subject to kinetic force, heat, fire, and all the energies related to explosions. It was only the positive energy behind the blast Angelus would be inherently immune to, for it was something both warriors shared between them.

He allowed himself to be thrown back by the blast (the force of which would dislodge Urim from his leggings), and then his glowing-orange blade lengthened and widened.

Helios, the Grand Sword with which he'd made his name, was now in hand, not to mention aflame.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

As the blast impacted, he raised his left arm before his face, attempting to shield himself from it. Boots scraped across the ground as the kinetic force rocked him backwards, buffeting against the metallic surface and washing over it.

As the smoke cleared, he would still be stood there, the armour aglow, but not with heat from the blast. Almost as if he had been adorned with tree lights, his entire body was speckled with blue lights, as all of the gems set into his armour glowed a bright blue. Arcanjelo would recognize this as a miniaturised version of the wards in place at the academy, fueled directly by the energy stored within the gems.

Balmung slid free from its housing, as he raised the blade easily with one hand, it swing downwards, Angelus allowing gravity to take its course on the first swing. The distance was far too great for it to actually physically make contact, but the gem at the tip of the blade began glowing at the apex, sending a vertical wave of energy towards Arcanjelo.
After this he would pull the blade upright, its tip piercing the tarmac with ease, and leaving the blade resting perpendicular to the ground.

[Project Whitewash]

As Angelus threw a blast of energy from the tip of his blade, Arcanjelo hefted his blade so the flat rested tip-down against his back, twirling with the grace of a dancer as he released the tension of his arm and swung the blade in a down-to-up diagonal arc, a whirling blast of blue flame being released, which would explode furiously on contact with Angelus' own energy.

"... Pretty ingenius," he said quietly, his eyes narrowing. "... I didn't think you'd think to make that a personal toy." With that, he grasped the rings that he stored on his back, and tossed them into the air. As if of their own volition they split apart from eachother. Like chakrams, really - bladed Orichalkos rings, they appear to be. They stopped falling an inch from the ground, and then spun around eachother, dancing, before coming to hover on either side of his head... And following him as he dashed towards Angelus, his sword held point-away, downward, dragging and slicing at the ground as he ran.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

As he still stood there by his sword, the roots of his hair began to dull, until they reached a greyish white. Closing his eyes, it would look as if he intended to stand there and take the attack, but then they snapped back open again.

His left eye was now a piercing red, looking straight at Arcanjelo in his charge, before his right hand would reach to open air at his left hip, just above where Urim's sheath lay. The shadows from within the folds of his clothing and around him began to gather at this point, Veles emerging from the solidifying shadows.

Swiftly unsheathing this katana also, he would match Arcanjelo's charge, as small points of light began focusing around him, compressing themselves into a series of six crystals that would orbit him.

[Project Whitewash]

As Arcanjelo made this fiery charge of his, he finally put Sol into a full defensive mode... His body was fully overtaken by Orichalkos, which would seem to utterly devour his body within, claiming all of him in shining liquid gold before solidifying into the suit of full armor upon his body. Even that long, piercing helm of his would solidify, shielding him not only from Angelus' blows, but his gaze, as well; In a way, this act could be taken as the final act of separation between himself and Angelus, marking them as truly enemies.

The Academy's protective aura still had had weaknesses. A truly skillful warrior with a truly powerful weapon could still damage things which were protected by it. But it was still a toss-up as to whether this powerful swing he wound up would get him any leeway, as the Academy's blessing was meant to protect children from killing eachother, and it hadn't been nearly as tightly-focused as Angelus' stones were.

He swung, in a rather Samurai-like charge; The length of his blade would give him an edge over Urim, but Urim could still separate and attack from a distance. However, he was protected from the unenchanted weapon by his own powerful armor. The end-result of this battle would likely depend on if the stones could protect from the wild, furious, and vicious force behind Arcanjelo's swing.

That, in itself, really showed how different Arcanjelo had become. Before, he'd only once spilled blood with anger in his heart. He'd always been calm, fighting only to protect.

Now...

[Aurelus LaCrois]

What is your greatest wish......
Angelus was lucky enough that in his intended charge he had planned to leap onto the air, and as he did so, spinning like a dervish, the gargantuan blade swung on its destructive course barely inches away, cleaving away part of the skirt of his coat which had fluttered out with the spin.

Seconds later and he could have been close to losing his arm too, as both blades were extended outwards in his spin, first Veles being swung downwards at Arcanjelo's left shoulder, slashing diagonally towards his right hip, before his rotation brought Urim following after to bear, the fragments all extending outwards again.

This follow up attack would be intended to be brought down on the same shoulder, but instead of a slash, the base would hopefully impact on the shoulder, while the rest of the whip-like length would continue on its motion and wrap around him, encircling him from his chest down to his legs.

[Project Whitewash]

Arcanjelo had been incredibly focused on his swing; In doing that he had lowered his defenses. His armor was the only thing protecting him at that moment, and it did so with a roar; In fact, Angelus would literally hear the noise.

It was only after Urim had dented the armor of his thigh and he was caught in Veles' grasp that Arcanjelo remembered the Orichalkos rings; One of them flung itself with blinding speed at Veles, intending to slice the weapon to ribbons with its edge; As it stood it was too late for it to use its... Other effect. The beautiful weapons floated through the air as if they had minds of their own, but in reality Arcanjelo controlled them, partly with the conscious mind and just as much with his subconscious.

After this battle, Arcanjelo would surely try to attune the weapons to Sol rather than himself.

The other ring, however? It was attempting to throw itself over Angelus' head like a horseshoe or a thrown wreath; What could it be attempting like that?!

[Aurelus LaCrois]

What is your greatest wish......
With Urim finding its mark, he would pull on the hilt, putting tension into the threads of light connecting the pieces before they would snap off where they joined the hilt, binding to each other instead so he was free to step back while the binding was still in place.

His right arm would be thrown up in the path of the first ring, the shadow blade being cloven in twain by the metal what represented its exact opposite, before the razor edge would impact on the protective barrier. This would slow the impact of the ring, but sparks would still be thrown off as the circular saw-like weapon would grind into the surface of the Mythrill.

He had no clue what the ring above was intending to do, but he didnt like the idea of being bound up too, sho the crystals that still orbited him sprang into action. Much like Arcanjelo's control over the rings, angelus could control anything imbued with his light could be controlled subconsciously to a degree, but then the control increasing when he focused his mind on each object. Though having two consciousnesses helped in being able to focus on more at once.

Three of the crystalline structures would fly upwards point first to impact on the ring and hopefully destabilize its flight, while another would fly for the center of Arcanjelo's chest.