Welcome to Gaia! ::

Reaper took a step towards him calmly as he spoke. "...I already dwell in hell...because of people like you....do you wish to really see what I am?"

Her eyes would start glowing taking another step towards the man. She didn't serve under anyone she refused to do such a thing. She fought only to survive and to protect those she calls friends. Whom she heard start screaming not far from her making her wince. She would have to get this done quickly so she could save Ultima.

Reaper wasn't a demon either she simply stood there as the man started to advance on her. Actually, she was more closer to an angel more then anything else she stood there and closed her eyes for a moment.

"..forgive me Mother...but give me the will and power...guide me through this...give me wings..." Reaper prayed softly.

Then she would charge forward twirling the maces in her hand. Once she came within five feet of him she would spin upon her right foot and bring the maces to him. one heading for the head and the other for the ribs.

Reaper had a feeling the first one was going to miss watching as it struck nothing but air. The two weapons stricking one another made a clash of metal against metal. The force from his though was so strong she could feel the sting and vibration climb up her arm. She immediately could tell she was most likely not going to win this fight. But...it was worth fighting for if it was to protect the single person that considered her a friend and not an enemy like many times before. She let herself be stumbled back nearly losing her balance it was better then running the risk of breaking her arm because of the blow. Man...she hated that question always had. It was had turned many of her friends against her in a haertbeat.

"....The last survivor of the Eternals...children of the light....once guardians of the Mother but slaughter at the very hands of the ones they swore to protect.." Reaper answered regaining her composer.

Reaper simply stared at him once more holding onto her maces. Fine....it was obvious he wasn't going to understand what an Eternal was unless he saw one. She would have an advantage in that form..if the rest of the men didn't pitch in. She closed her eyes and a glyph formed beneath her feet making the wind pick up a bit. Her skin started to get a white glow to them as her clothes melted away form her body. Eyes turning a sea blue with her hair breaking from the braid and turning white. yes she was nude but not in that sort of nudity. Her body didn't seem to have any real feminine characteristics besides the natural curve of the hips legs, arms, and torso. But there wasn't any part that was really female beside the facial structure. Then from her back wings would sprout out a total wing spand of thirty feet. Her eyes gazed towards the man before her as her hand raised up.

Forgive me.... A brilliant white blast would burst from her hand and head directly towards the man not far from her. leaving him little chance of being able to dodge it.

Reaper stood there in shock as her attack didn't phase him at all. Oh, yea, she knew she was way over her head this time. Biting the corner of her lip lightly as the man continued to talk. Frowning at the lies and decepition part, true, she once had done that years ago. But, Reaper wasn't that monster anymore. Her wings flapped bringing her off the ground and a few yards above it. Her hands coming together and forming another sphere of brilliant light. But this one filled with more energy meaning more powerful. She would toss it down at him and as it neared it would split into five to make it somewhat more difficult.

Muttering about how foolish it was to split an attack into five directions. Even though the energy was more powerful then the first to simply disect it into five ment that each blast was only of equal or less power then the first. As the ball shot to him and pronged it's five lances he dodged them by rushing foward. As he cleared the blast zone he lept into the air. His sword in one hand while the other was out to grab the creature. Finding his grip he hoped to drag it down to the ground with his weight, if not then he would begin to hack at the wings that gave her flight.

Finding himself falling and attacked all at once. Heavy claws of metal struck against the armour he wore. He could feel metal scraping on metal as the sound echoed in his ears. Bringing his sword around in a long arc he struck her arm above the gauntlet. As he did so he let go and the claws lost their grip upon his armour. Falling to the ground he landed, rolling with the fall and bringing himself up. His sword momentarly forgotten as he had let it fall to the ground. Instead opting for fire he reached around and bringing the flamer to bare an inferno errupted. It's promethium fuel burning all it contacted. Directing it towards the figure he crept foward to his sword. Ending the stream of fire he swung is back around his back as he leaned to pick up his sword. Their on the ground he crouched on the defensive.