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Watching everything unfold, Truinthil just stood there grinning. Even as the blinding flash was emitted and the arrow reflected towards his throat. He just stood there. The beast exploded into a shower of blood after being cut in half. Instead of returning to Truinthil's body, however, it reformed into the creature in front of him. It gave out another roar and stood on it's hind legs, only to take the arrow in the chest. In the case the arrow should go through, Truinthil had stepped to the side. There were still spots in his eyes from the flash, but that didnt render his senses blind as well. He didnt need to see where the attacks were coming from to avoid them.

Looking around at the dome again, Truinthil began wondering just how big a creature he could call forth in this place. Dragons were likely out. Too large to be of any use in this small place. He was beginning to also explore the possibilities of what he might be able to do with Bell held within him in the manner that she was. While pondering that, he called forth ten human looking zombies. While they had only been human in their previous life, they were more than that now. Rushing forward with speed similar to the large beasts, they formed a semi circle around Hamartia, trying to surround him and attack him from all sides at once. They had no weapons other than their hands, but that was enough, for no longer were they weak like humans. Their strength had been tripled with their new state of being.

The ten humanoid zombies were quite effectively sliced and diced, just as Hamartia wanted, but that wouldnt do him any good. Like the beast they exploded into blood, but this time that blood would shower the man and quickly start become like tar, hot, sticky, and bonding. The amount of blood would be proportionate to as much as ten fully healthy human bodies would hold, so there was quite a bit of it that would soon cover Hamartia if he werent to move quickly.

As for Twilight, Truinthil simply turned his head, keeping an eye on the energy around the sheild and the arrow bouncing off the wall and its trajectory. With a snort of contempt he brought his right hand upwards in an arching motion. As he did so the ground immidiately to his right erupted in what looked to be a wall of bones. These bones belonged obviously to various creatures of all shapes and sizes. Looking at Truinthil's feet, if anyone were to be that observant, they would notice that they were covered in writhing undead body parts, including partial faces that looked to be screaming in pain. Apparantly he had a lot more of those undead troopers within him than just a few human and three-headed cat zombies.

While the shield would prove to be quite strong, it would still be partially destroyed by the outburst of energy projected at it from Twilight. It would hold, however, only causing Truinthil's exposed skin to be slightly burned by the heat. A few shards of bone would hit and scrape his body as well, but that was soon taken care of as his body began to quickly heal. That grin was still on his lips.

Chuckling at the zombies failure to halt Hamartia and the renewed attack of both his enemies at once, Truinthil shook his head. He knew what Truinthil was trying to do, because he suddenly felt cut off from some of his abilities that he hadnt actually used yet. He had fooled Twilight with that barrier of his. It had not been created from his own self, but from the bodies of various undead creatures he housed within himself. Those were still free to do with whatever he pleased. Watching Hamartia close in and realizing he was pinned, for the moment, the barrier rapidly began being reabsorbed into his legs. Instead of disappearing, however, it immidiately began wrapping around Truinthil as the barrier returned to him. Just as Hamartia began to draw dangerously close, hundreds of bones that looked to be ribs erupted from the bone and flesh mass that had engulfed Truinthil. Each rib or spine as they could more properly be called now was at least three feet long, obviously from creatures much larger than any of the three humanoids doing battle. They were also much stronger than traditional bone, a trait given to them partly from the mutation they had undergone and partly because of their origins. While he could not call out Dragons in this small, confined space, he could still make use of them like this. With luck, Hamartia would impale himself upon those spines while trying to harm Truinthil. It was not an absolute defense, however, seeing as how it was likely that Hamartia would likely still be able to at least get the tip of his blade through the barrier.

As soon as the barrier around himself was finished, Truinthil began working on severing the rather amature telekinetic abilities binding himself. He wasnt a powerful telekinetic, but he knew enough of it to make an attempt at freeing himself. If that didnt work, he would have to use more brutish methods.

Upon the release of the energy, much of the barrier blew backwards and off of Truinthil, only to burst into blood and return to his body. Sitting down heavily as the barrier was sucked back into himself, Truinthil wiped some blood from his lips and grinned. "Well. That went rather well. Better than expected."

Within an instant he was back on his feet and grinning even more. Obviously he had more tricks up his sleeve. He would not allow Hamartia to regain his feet so quickly. He was out for blood. Holding out his right hand he summoned the large sword that was almost identical to the one Draeken was able to summon. Apparantly it wasnt restricted to use by just the original Truinthil. This sword, however, looked slightly different than before. Judging by how well Twilight and Hamartia seemed to know Bell, they just might recognize that his sword looked somewhat similar to the blade that the girl carried. Normaly, this would be the time for him to explain himself, but this time, he wasnt going to give his opponents the luxury of time.

Going into a high and rather open sword stance, Truinthil began to chuckle as the blade swirled with a mixture of cold and hot energies. The cold energies were opposed to the hot energies in more than just the difference in temperature, causing them to fluxuate violently whenever they swirled too near each other. To knowledgeable eyes and senses the hot white energies would be recognized as having an angelic auras while the colder dark blue energies would feel much more demonic.

Erupting in laughter, Truinthil unleashed these two energies swirling around the sword in double waves with one wide horizontal swing of the sword. Upon impact it was unavoidable that these energies would mix and cause an extremely violent reaction that would result in a rather deadly explosion of raw energy. This first wave would be sent at the ground just inches in front of Hamartia.

Allowing the momentum of that first swing to turn him, Truinthil brought the sword upwards only to bring it back down in a diagonal sweep from left to right, releasing an identical double-wave at the ground just in front of Twilight.

Holding the blade in a relaxed position, Truinthil was still wearing that ever present grin. The two explosions created first a whirlwind like force in the dome then a short burst of vacuum. Truinthil remained firmly standing where he was, listening to the voice. "Why do you hide and speak to me from wherever it is? Are you afraid I might be too much for you? Face me and I will show you who will be torn apart. I havent even begun to dip into my abilities, new or old. Or will you attack from outside somewhere, attempting to catch me off guard with ranged attacks in the hopes I will be ripped to shreds. Keep in mind, that any physical damage to inflict upon me will be mirrored upon the girl. If you want her alive, I suggest you release me. If you want her dead...Heh. Well, I can't allow that to happen just yet. I wish to study her. She confuses me and that which is confusing to me must be understood. Face me."

*Silence would hum and point hungrily at its master. Like the invisible pull of many wires the sword would try it's best to return to Gabriel. Yet Bell held it strong in place. Bell would react suddenly to the appearance of her grandfather. Her aura would grow white hot with anger and circle around Truinthil, protecting him and ultimately her. Her disembodied voice would whisper out, persuading Truinthil to not let her go. She had no idea what this madman wanted but it couldn't be any worse than what her grandfather could do.*

"Oh, rest assured; I'm much, much more than just an angel." Gabriel's voice cackled at Truinthil's response. How funny it was that T, even with Bell, would likely never discover the true scope of the original project Eve and its intended purpose, nor the 'horrorible things,' as Kaiori had once called them, that Eve was supposed to do.

In a brilliant shine of white light, the figure of the archangel himself appeared, clade in a specially designed armor, suited to his style with golden tracings of its plating. It was clear just from looking that it was no ordinary armor. Jerking his head and throwing his navy hair from his sight, Gabriel greeted Truinthil with little more than a subtle smirk. "Like it? The military faction of Heaven's latest type of armor. You'll probably find it has a lot of upgrades from the armor worn by angels that you and Draeken faced in the old days. Don't think I came without doing a little research; I've actually been watching all that's been going on around this little region for quite some time now, getting to know the powers. I hear you.... pardon me, the 'real' Truinthil decimated an entire continent at one point; I also know that Draeken reigned as some sort of dragon lord, pitiful as the title is, and defeated all manners of angels, demons, deities, and heaven forbid, gods. No worry, though; I'm on an entirely different level from what you've seen in the past." Gabriel had no trouble in hiding his well placed confidence.

"Ah, my dear Silence, how long has it been. It's good to see that it hasn't been completely abused in the hands of that amateur. It's really too bad that you don't have anywhere near the qualifications for unlocking its full potential; not even the girl in your body is able yet." Gabriel had no need for Silence in this battle, and was sure it would prove enough of a hassle for Truinthil. Even the aura protecting him would do little if Gabriel had his way. Clapping his hands above his head, Gabriel slowly lowered them down to his sides, another glow appearing in each and being replaced by a sword soon after. "You should also know, in some form, I won't be fighting alone," he calmly statated, having no intention to explain. In his right hand was his personal sword, Ethanvous. Basically, it had a golden handle and blade with a white hand guard. The sword in his left hand was much more elaborate: Ihranthos. The handle was black with silver patterns on it. The hand guard had six pieces, four being gold with red lining in an 'x' pattern, with two black pieces going perpendicular to the blade direction through the 'x': there were also a few rubies embedded in the guard. The blade was an illustrious silver with a gold point, not unlike Silence. Ethanvous seemed to be more connected with Gabriel, but Ihranthos seemed as if it had an aura of its own. It was in the second sword that Gabriel had more confidence because..... of its background. Gabriel stared Truinthil right down, deathly still and easily warning Truinthil that. Slowly but surely, energy was building in Ihranthos. "I dare you to try." twisted

"Any choice you have now is an illusion. And if you thought killing me was a good idea, much less a plausible one, you really are a fool." While Truinthil's tactics got better, his brain seemed to turn to mush. Did Truinthil really expect no one to notice, much less remain stationary, if he were to kill the Archangel Lucitiphian, Gabriel? If he was willing to go through that much trouble for the girl, there was little respect to be gained from Gabriel; then again, Truinthil had said the original was less than smart at times. "You're in the palm of my hand and the dead center of my domain in this place. I'm sure Hama already explained what would happen if you try to leave. I'd make you another offer, but you'd be too blind to accept it." Gabriel snorted to himself.

Around his right hand and Ethanvous a golden aura gathered. Gabriel was preparing for one of his tricks, which Truinthil had seen in a less complex form. Ihranthos was steadily growing in power.