"Pugna!" Azrael shouted.
Sariel immediately slashed his sword that shined and glistened, made out of pure platinum. Ash-Shaytān barely bent backwards enough to avoid it, able to see his own reflection in the blade as it passed over head.
His eyes opened in realization when Sariel revealed a second sword made of gold.
All of the Angels watching gasped in surprise.
Azrael stood firm with arms behind his back, but the shock was visibly even on his face while he tried his best to remain impartial.
Ash-Shaytān rolled along the floor, wielding his small and curved dagger in one hand, the other against the floor in order to keep himself up right.
Sariel charged forward, not allowing any time to breathe or rest.
Sariel slashed both swords, Ash-Shaytān dodging again and slicing Sariel's hip, just grazing against his kidney.
Sariel grunted, but a smile covered his face.
Ash-Shaytān rose to his feet, and looked down at the blood.
Golden, almost shining like it was made from light.
"This can not be. It is impossible." Ash-Shaytān said.
Sariel held his arms out with a smile.
"I told you Brother. I am a Seraph." He said.
Ash-Shaytān was attempting to think, but Sariel charged forward once again.
His swords slashed rapidly, Ash-Shaytān only just able to block every strike with his small dagger.
Sariel gritted his teeth while slashing wilder and wilder.
Ash-Shaytān was becoming overwhelmed, taking a grazed slash down his chest followed by another much deeper one to his shoulder.
Ash-Shaytān held his hand to his mouth, quickly blowing as flames emerged from thin air and burned Sariel's face.
Sariel stumbled back while Ash-Shaytān looked down at his wounds. Liquid fire poured out as he did his best to force them shut.
Sariel continued to rub his burning eyes when Ash-Shaytān threw his dagger, stabbing right into Sariel's knee.
Sariel shouted in pain when Ash-Shaytān disappeared in a cloud of smoke, reappearing behind Sariel and chopping both of his wrists simultaneously, causing him to drop both of his swords.
Ash-Shaytān disappeared again while Sariel wildly and blindly swung his fists, limping on one good leg.
"You coward! You use tricks to fight! You have no honor!" Sariel shouted.
Ash-Shaytān grabbed the golden sword, suddenly stabbing it deep into the back of Sariel's other knee. It pierced through the skin and bone, causing him to attempt and fall to his knees, but the weapons made it very difficult to do so.
Ash-Shaytān grabbed the platinum sword, standing in front of Sariel as he observed it.
Sariel finally wiped his eyes clean, staring up with his eyes only full of more fire.
"You...are something special. Something that not even I know about...and something I guarantee my fellow Brothers and Sisters are curious of. So tell me Sariel, what are you truly?" Ash-Shaytān asked.
Sariel screamed in pain, trying to reach down and remove the bladed weapons from his knees.
Ash-Shaytān suddenly slashed the platinum sword, cutting off Sariel's arm between his elbow and shoulder.
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Grand Angel
FantasíaA being created by the blood of a dying God, later becoming the one who sets everything in motion. The one who really puts the entire Anomaly Saga into motion.
