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Seraphi crashes into Seth who takes the opportunity to dig his clawed hands into Seraphi. He barely notices when he smashes into the tree focused more on draining the life from Seraphi than anything else.

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Seth grinning continues to steal away Seraphi's energy enjoying that his victim has realized his fate. "Yes now you see that I am better you are a flawed creature clinging to life with all it frailties. Now I will free you from your weak life!" He He tightens his grip and works faster to drain the angel completely.

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Seth eyes widen as the holy energy engulfs him his entire body fading into the light nothing can be heard from Seth until the energy finally fades away out of the smoke can be heard a laugh starting out soft and weak then grows to be come a loud and hysterical. When the smoke clears leaving everything visable once again the demon can be seen down on one knee half his face burnt down to the bone. His right arm and left side of his chest are missing all traces of flesh and a hold goes through his his abdomen and out his back where energy exploded from him. His laughing subsides as he looks for the angel unsure if the fool ended up killing himself with his own attack.

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Ed finally put down the head as she reaced the highest hilltop and sat down, overlooking the battlefield. She tugged on the ends of the hat softly, trying to decide where to set up camp. In the distance she noticed a fight, but was in no mood to get involved so she kept her place and started making a small fire.

Ora dropped the illusion because I believe everybody already knows about the white text in between the battle cuts. *sigh*....and it was so clever too. She glanced at Drake with a teasing grin. "You've never liked the taste of human flesh, dragon, too tough and gamey."

Drakes growling demeanor lights up into a smile as he looks at Ora and nods. "Well you have a point there." he says sitting down infront of her, wings folding and unfolding to make him look bigger to hide Ora some, and make himself look like a Dragon in mourning. "....I trashed alot of the AoS by the way to better set the mood of your demise....I even burned the body to cinders I think....sorry about that" he says laughing nervously, thinking he destroyed some crucial evidence.

A strange man, clad in mis-matched clothing was leaping about, flipping from feet to hand and walking on them up to Drake and ED. His colors were many, his hair askew. He tipped his belled-hat and said: "How you do?
Ah what fantastic fallacies fear I foresee, for these tragic tales, tumultuous as they be.
Pretty petticoat, with priceless poll, decides deeds with daunting dragon, duty-drawn,: droll.
Forgot, in frantic fluff, to furnish my own flag. I go by Lord Abatis, most gallant the stag."
The man leaped onto his feet again, and bowed to those two before. He quickly produced a quill-pen. "Your names, I implore?"

((God DAMN was that fun!))

"Eulalia Desdemona Danae Montgomery-Star?" Ed gave a slight tip to her hat. "And why do you ask?" Ora considered killing the man where he stood.