Lance deserved the 2 on 1 shit cuz his charrie crashed the wicked one's party so.. he asked for it. >P

Sacreli Angel: ::Gabriel stood atop the calm, quiet cliff, peering down at the hundreds of cities and towns below on the western sector, his mind was filled with small thoughts on why that sector wasnt taken care of already. After all, he was destroying cities day by day...but this side had slipped his mind. He casually leaned onto the top of his scythe, sighing with complete discontent, for Gabriel was definately bored this evening, he needed something to do, and he needed it fast::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::Walking the streets in one of the city's below, tending to the "riff raff" as some called them, healing the sick, curing the diseased, his twin swords clanging as he abruptly came to a halt, his raven black eyes lifted to the cliffsides overlooking the cities. A follower queried as to why "the people's savior", as they so lovingly called him, had stopped his rounds. His eyes narrowing to narrow slits, his gaze did not leave the cliffsides. His voice a low whisper, the follower could barely hear the single word uttered by the angel:: Gabriel… ::with a flash so brilliant the citizens had to shield their eyes, he was gone, disappearing into the thin of air::

AdrienneDrkAngel: ::Adrienne swooped gracefully down on bat like, charcoal hued wings, the slightly tough leathery skin stretched neatly taut over the hollow flight bones. She looked more demonic than angelic but of course, being a dark angel, such was a more appropriate rank for her; her name was perfectly fitting, it meant dark one, for that is precisely what she was. Hypnotic metallic twins of silver flashed in the moon's soft reflection as she landed soundlessly, wraithlike on her small bare feet. The gaping wings of nearly 18 foot span were carefully folded against her delicately muscled back. The dark one cast a quick look around, a faint hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as she saw one she recognized from long ago, a few feet away:: Fancy meeting you again ::She uttered softly, her tone tinged with something completely ungodly::

Sacreli Angel: Oh that's right. I remember you now, I was drawing a blank, not that it matters anyway. ::He sighed a little, his countenance wasnt of it's usual state of the cocky, rude, supreme being that he considered himself to be, it seemed more discontent. Even though a partner in his destruction had showed up, he was still in a bored state. He hadnt destroyed a city in weeks..something was wrong with Gabriel, and it wasnt just the lack of something to do, his heart ached. He was home sick, he missed his life in the upper realm, life that was far superior to that of this sad, depressing mortal life. He stood up from where he was leaning and looked to Adrienne, his deep dark depressing orbs meeting hers:: Do you have any ideas on something we could do? I'm so...bored.

Isaiah Pureheart: ::A loud, booming voice could be heard from over the cliff's edge. Clear and concise it rang.:: Fallen One! Dark child! I am Isaiah Pureheart, disciple of God, and your reign of destruction over these cities is over! ::With a flap of his mighty wings, he was lifted over the cliff's edge. His wings, like those of a dove, carried him over the lip and to a gentle rest on the top of the treacherous cliff. A popping sound was heard and instantly his wings disappeared once more into his body. His mithril breastplate shone in the moonlight and his naked blades were in each hand. He looked to Gabriel as he spoke next:: Your company in this realm speaks poorly of you, fallen one. There is still much hopeful talk of your return to your proper home but with every passing moment spent with this..::he spat the word:: angel, you wreak more and more havoc upon the lives you once swore to protect. ::His eyes narrowed and he glared at them both:: Well I have not forgotten my oath, and I shall NOT let your tormenting of these innocents continue!

AdrienneDrkAngel: ::She was taller than most, near to six feet, and so thin that it seemed a large cross over the line into what could be deemed unhealthy. Tiny obsidian curls were exotically tangled about her head and hanging down her back, tickling at the now motionless wings. A few random locks hung down across her eyes and she brushed them away distractedly every now and again with long slender fingers. About her ankles, neck and wrists, (all uncannily thin,) were bands of black leather studded with silver spikes. She smiled... and it was somewhat disturbing, that evil semi maniacal grin with the momentary flash of small dainty fangs:: It all depends I suppose on what you might be in the mood for ::A little coy and mysterious, contradicting, purposely confusing, difficult even, was nothing out of the ordinary with Adrienne. After all of that, she finally turned her attentions to the laughable figure that had most recently appeared. She snickered and smirked at the "holy" one, all but laughing out loud in response to his threats. Her silvery eyes gleamed wickedly, showing nothing even remotely resembling fear.. it was more like amusement actually.:: Shouldn't you be flapping about with the fat naked cherubs?

Sacreli Angel: ::Gabriel turned to the new found uninvited guest that so rudely crashed his little pity party. A look of complete disgust came over his face when he saw this poorly dressed Righteous puke that stood before him:: I dont think that you were exactly "invited" Holy one. Now I suggest you take your leave before I have to use this...:: he lifted his scythe into the air slightly, before taking it both of his hands, getting into a readied stance, just incase. His midnight orbs were focussed on the blades that The opposing one held, they were crafted beautifully, and it impressed him somewhat, but he wasnt about to show it. He spat at the feet of the rather obnoxious holy roller that just came onto the scene:: you know...you sicken me...bowing down to the "father's" every call. Kissing the asses of the humans that dirty this realm...you're nothing more than a badly dressed puppet.

Isaiah Pureheart: ::He flinched as Gabriel's words were spoken to him, nothing but adamant disgust visible in his expressions when regarding the dark angel. His gaze flitted between the two before coming to rest upon Gabriel. He looked at the scythe he held and nodded slowly out of respect for the warrior and his choice of arms:: Gabriel, has your view of this world become so foully twisted that you truly think of these people like that? Are you so wrongly mislead in your own selfthoughts to honestly believe you are BETTERING this world with your actions?? Envy, Gabriel, envy of those believed to be better than thee, is a horrible sin indeed. It is of no surprise to me that such bitter words are spat in my direction, but you know Him as well as I, and you know it is not like that. ::Finishing his last attempt of salvation with this one for the time being, his eyes turned to the sole female and his eyes narrowed threateningly:: And you…::again he spat the word:: angel, I have sworn to rid this realm of the likes of you. Leave now, return back to your vile home at once or face the wrath of my blades. ::With this he lowered to a fighting stance, keeping both before him, one sword leveled with each, though more of his attention was with his true, natural enemy, Adrienne::

AdrienneDrkAngel: Sin... ah yes... Poor poor little holy boy, you have NO idea what you're missing out on, everything you blindly deprive yourself of, just to follow some obsolete code set down in ages past by beings long forgotten and disgustingly pious. Your holier than thou bullshit makes me sick. ::Adrienne snarled at the "valiant" breastplated ignoramus before her. She had a naughty little thought as to what she could possibly do to make him leave... naughty and Adrienne went hand in hand, but she was beyond simply being "bad" in that sense... all things that Isaiah looked upon with disgust, she embraced fully, no doubt. A sensually flawless embodiment of evil and sin herself, and looked the part perfectly. The threats now directed at her, she found to be all too hilarious, and a devilish laugh took control of her for many a long moment:: Bring it, goody goody, I will eat you alive ::Her eyes flickered to a serpentine look, and she appeared more and more like her master with the passing moments. Her wings quivered in demonic excitement over the imminent carnage; truth be told, Adrienne reveled in bloodshed, especially if it was holy blood she was spilling. An incantation of Latin called her weapon of choice to her awaiting hands, a black pointed, dreadfully sharp trident, three pronged of course, the length of it covered in unholy symbols and pentagrams and the like. She had named it simply, Sting, and it had indeed a wicked one, enchanted by demonic magic, it's power only amplified if the being weilding it was truly evil.. which of course, she was.::

Sacreli Angel: ::His eyes shimmered beautifully in the light of the full moon, the light itself dancing off of them as if they were a complete shell of blackness. His face was almost wretched by the words of the angelic being that stood before him, for his words left a taste in his mouth exactly like the taste of the human flesh, bitter, and foul. His scythe lowered down a little more, the blade barely swept the ground, leaving behind a gaping hole, dripping with an acidic subtstance, as he lifted his blade back into a readied position, he smirked and spoke in a low grieved tone:: Isaiah....is that your name? I think I remember you....you were there during the first upper war werent you? When Micah and Celeste tried to over-run the gates of heaven with Kaji and Baeal? You were the weakest angel on the battle field...and you expect to stand against her? Let alone the Sacreligious angel that stands before you in me? ::he grinned completely satisfied within himself, for he knew that this angel would be no problem to take care of, especially for one so wicked as Adrienne was. He turned his head and looked down to Adrienne's weapon of choice, he was impressed by the markings that adorned the trident, most of them could be found on Gabriel's forearms or chest, but he loved looking at them anyhow. He turned to face isaiah once more, and looked his frame over. Isaiah truly made Gabriel sick with his righteous acts, there could be no more satisfaction found than destroying the pompous little fruit himself, but he was going to let Adrienne handle him, he was still homesick, and knew if he laid hands on Isaiah, it would ensure that he could never return::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::He nodded as Gabriel recalled the painful battle. His eyes glimmered with holy determination and such righteous fury was found within their depths that his unflinching gaze on the fallen looked into his very soul:: You underestimate me Gabriel. I have grown much since that battle many centuries ago, and if I seem to recall correctly..it was you who fled the battleground first of all, running to hide behind your brother before Micah promptly cut him in down. And did you not whimper and beg for mercy at the hands of your foe rather than fight to protect that gates as was your assignment? Yes, Gabriel, that was long ago, my powers have increased since then. You would do well to be more wary foolish child. ::Facing the woman once more he smirked as her weapon appeared in her hands:: Tsk, such horrid design, let's see if we can not resolve that... ::Murmuring off a quick prayer to his Lord, he pointed at the trident and instantly the sacreligious symbols burst into flames and were destroyed, it was apparent that this heavenly warrior was truly within the favorable light of his Maker, for only such a being could maim such a strongly enchanted weapon. True, the weapon was still enchanted, but the etchings were no more, and this small, and simple feat, was one more victory over the darkness Isaiah had fought:: Much better…much better INDEED! ::With the utterance of the final word he charged with blinding speed at her, Divine Peace held in a protective position over his flank as Holy Justice came arcing down at her exposed shoulder with such lightning quickness only an immortal being even had a chance to dodge such a blow::

AdrienneDrkAngel: ::In the blink of an eye, Adrienne spread her unholy wings, and a soft fissure of leathery flesh rustling whisped it's quiet way with her fluid movements. One mighty gust and she had taken to air slightly, her entire form shimmering and quickening with a force that fueled her better than any other, her unbridled and ill concealed hate for any and all things holy. Her demonic roots served her well, nearly insane agility and speed of an ancient immortal being lent her the ability to manoeuvre out of harms way with hardly an effort at all. She was horrendously quick, lithe, agile, and powerful, though she might have looked simply alluring and delicate.. Looks almost always proved to be deceiving. She paid no mind to the symbols vanishing from her trident, her mind elsewhere on more important matters. A blur of her form rushed over him and pivoted slightly, so as to be facing him the entire trip around.. which lasted in such a tiny incriment of time that only the most deft of immortal eyes could catch a glimpse of her. Her weapon was then thrust dead center at his ass with a good amount of immortal force, after slightly wrinkling up her nose in distaste in the breath of a millisecond.. having checked out many a fine ass in her day.. but less than wanting to think about this holy boy's... She would much rather stab him in it, no breastplate there after all. And thus she attempted, almost too quickly for it to be avioded at all, let alone easily::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::Being more than adapt at fighting such evil demonic hosts, he was neither surprised nor concerned with her amazing reflexes. He had seen faster, and had won there, this dark angel, though so cocksure of her ability was little more than a petty squabble for he. Spinning with likewise agility and deftness, Peace, easily batted aside the thrusting points. He stood with her to his side now, Peace held outright and pointed downward, Sting being held beneath it. He looked at her, though ever wary of the third party, he laughed mockingly at her counter-attack, though skilled and precise it was::

Sacreli Angel: ::He almost snarled at the mention of the battle, quickly changing his face into a small smile when he saw Isaiah's movement, knowing that such a movement meant that the battle had ignited. Finally, the boredom had come to a hault and the action had begun. Gabriel nodded at Isaiah's speedy moves, but wasnt all that impressed because he knew Adrienne could do just as nice:: Yes yes, that's a good memory you have there Isaiah, but perhaps I could knock some of those memories out along with the particles of your skull after I crush it. Please remember what happened in the end though Isaiah, I stood victorious over my enemy as you fought with mere demons. It was I that hacked Micah's body into teeny tiny shreddings in the end wasnt it Isaiah? yes it was. It was I who garroted Celeste where she stood wasnt it? all you did was fight the small...pathetic...demons. You sicken me Isaiah, especially the fact that you stand there with your self-righteous aura flaring in my face. I think it's time I showed you a little bit on how to battle like a true angelic being little boy... ::With his overly confident words spoken, Gabriel lifted his scythe into the air, swinging it around in a small arc, then bringing it back up he did a small pose with his weapon in hand. He sprung towards Isaiah with the hopes of catching him off guard, balling up his meaty fist and throwing it directly behind his jawbone::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::Whether distracted by Gabriel's words, or the foe he already had before him the punch streaked straight past his guard and slammed square into his jaw. Wincing more out of surprise out of his actions than the pain of the attack, Isaiah, still keeping Sting pinned at the moment, he quickly swung Justice about, aiming to cut into the fallen's open chest, directly below the extended arm before pulling both swords back in close to him and breaking into a twirl, agilely disengaging from both of them once more, only to come out of the spin with both his blades raised into an engarde position once more::

Sacreli Angel: ::Gabriel sprung back quickly, his chest ripped open viciously, yet he seemed to enjoy the pain that was dealt to him. His black shirt was shredded by the edge of Justice, this was the only cause for the little snarl on his face. He lifted his scythe in quick motion, taking it in both hands and standing in a fighting position::

AdrienneDrkAngel: ::Adrienne smirked lightly, she hadn't wanted a piece of his ass especially anyway.. and she drew back her trident slowly now, mockingly, those serpentine silver twins of menace locked onto her opponent, a curious black swirl seeming to boil up from their depths before they flickered back into slivered snake eyes once more. She shot forward with uncanny speed once more, aiming this time to drive the three endlessly sharpened points of Sting into his shoulder, but pulled it at the last possible moment, faking the high blow to perhaps catch him off guard when she swung it swiftly down, it's bloodthirsty and evilly enchanted tips hoping to seep deeply into his left thigh, and shred his quad as she tore the points down, should the weapon hit it's mark::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::Hit it's mark, the accursed weapon did not. For the beauty of dual wielding was simple, protect more than one area at once. So, as he quickly raised Peace to block the initial strike, he quickly saw the feint for what it was and deftly threw the blade of Justice between two of the barbed spikes, stopping it's momentum with an echoing clash of metal::

Sacreli Angel: ::He looked down at his torn t-shirt, a slight look of anger in in his eyes:: Damn it Isaiah....this was a good shirt..::his eyes were narrowed, showing the anger that was flowing through his body at the time. Gabriel sprung directly beside Isaiah, dropping down onto one knee, swinging his scythe ina sharp arced slash behind his right knee, trying his best to immobilize the hasty little fruit before he could do anymore damage to either one of them with his uncanny speed. Gabriel's mind was hellbent on taking this angel down, no one gets by with insulting his choice of life, especially someone as poorly dressed as Isaiah::

Isaiah Pureheart: ::Both blades being in two totally wrong places, the scythe struck home, tearing through the muscle and tendons on the rear of his leg with searing acidic efficency. Instantly falling without the support of his knee he drooped to a kneel. Wincing through the pain he used his new position to his advantage and quickly broke into a roll, right between the two. Coming out of his roll in a kneel, his grip on his blades in a reverse position, he spun about on his knees. The sister blades, slicing through the air with ease, were aimed one at each of the two's legs. One for Adri's thigh and the other at Gab's hamstring::

Sacreli Angel: ::Gabriel quickly sprung back, but not fast enough, Isaiah's attack was right on the mark, it tore through his black pants and directly into the muscle, shredding his palid flesh like a hot knife through butter. The good side to this however, was the fact that Gabriel had moved back far enough so that the blade didnt nail his bone. The fallen one growled angrily, once again, an article of his clothing had been damaged. Though the attack hurt Gabriel physically, mentally it just angered him even more, seeing as his favorite set of pants were ripped up, just like his shirt::