Nephilim Soul

The Faint Smile

Amon is fighting with Aster who is trying to maintain his footing. Tralexei runs toward Amon in an attempt to strike his legs. Amon jumps over her strike, but allowed Aster to lift and throw him.

"Amazing what you can do with a little luck." Tralexei said standing next to Aster. "Both of you move!" Aurora exclaimed to both of them. Tralexei moved however Aster did not and was knocked into another wall from Amon rushing him and grabbing him by the face and slinging him into the wall. Darrius takes off with Dean as they both attempt to attack Amon. Darrius manages to slash Amon's arm and Dean planted both of his daggers into his back. They then back away as Darrius retrieved Aster who had blood leaking down his face. Amon begins to laugh maniacally. "Are you all only capable of these bullshit tricks." He said as his wounds began to heal. "Your toys are weak compared to what real pain is." Amon continued smiling. "Aurora, what's the success rate of a four point formation?" Tralexei asked. "Well like everything we've attempted so far. Not likely to succeed. Not even trying to be funny." Aurora said. "Well looks like we'll have to run off of Luck. Aster, Darrius, Dean four point formation!" Tralexei said. Darrius runs off around the room taking Tralexei with him. Aster runs towards the left side of Amon. Dean begins to run toward Amon. While he runs at him. Aster's eyes begin glowing as he prepared his fist to attack Amon from the left. "I am tired of this bitch-made bullshit you call attacks!" Amon said catching Aster's fist with his left hand and crushing it. "I..." Amon started throwing his right arm out chopping Darrius's throat while he was still running. Darrius falls to the ground. "...am..." he continued flicking his finger in the direction of Dean which released a force that shot like a bullet that flew through Dean's shoulder stopping stopping him before he could even reach him. "...The Demon Lord of Wrath and Destruction!..." He finished thrusting his palm in the chest of Aster knocking him through several walls. Tralexei attempted to strike him from behind. "...and I will show you bitches what real pain and devastation fuckin' feels like." He said snapping his fingers. Upon doing so Tralexei and Aurora immediately fall to the ground, and struggle to stand, but cannot. "You will bow to me and show me respect. Honestly what a shitty race of Nephilim to be." Amon said standing over them. "What the hell is this? Why is it so hard to stand?" Aurora asked. "I don't know." Tralexei replied. "It feels like the gravity has been raised to an enormous level. My body feels crushed underneath the weight of just air alone. Dean, Aster, and Darrius are all severely injured. We can't even slow this man down." Tralexei thought to herself. "Most would believe that my abilities revolve around wind or force manipulation due to how strong I am, but that isn't it at all. My ability is what I like to call Defiance. I defy all expectations by making a perversion of the laws mortal hold on so well to. Physics does not apply to me cause through an angered state, I can not only defy it, but also control it. To weaklings like you muthafuckas, I'm unkillable, and barely touchable." Amon said.

Tralexei noticed the ring on her finger. "I hate having to use this." She closed her eyes as the ring started to glow. "Excitare, sigillum de archon!" She said as she got up with no struggle. "Well what the fuck is this? How can you stand?" Amon said. "It's called a nephilim ring, bitch!" She said as she threw fire from her hands. Amon deflected the fire. "So your strength is fire. About time you used it." Amon said. "Actually it's not, my ability is Luck, but this nephilim ring known as the Archon gives the wearer some pretty useful strengths. For any nephilim it allows them to exist in both limbo and the mortal realm at the same time, but for metaphysical nephilim it grants them access to magic, but it's at the cost of any stored ether we have." She said "Magic or no magic. It doesn't mean anything." Amon said. Dean grunts and looks at Tralexei noticing her using the ring. Tralexei makes eye contact with him, as he looks to the opening where Aster flew. "So he is here" Tralexei thought to herself. She summoned fire to her hands and grabbed her scythe the flames were then absorbed into the scythe. She then swings the scythe upward releasing the flames in an upward arch. Amon stepped to the right and avoided it. "Was that supposed to hit me?" He said laughing. Amon then runs at her and grabbed her from the neck. "You reapers are all weak. You call yourself lucky, but I guess cause you're using magic you aren't so lucky now are you, to miss that badly?" He said. Tralexei started to laugh. "I didn't miss." She said.