Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190510171354/@comment-28144855-20190522144156

Andrej looked at the strugling Rias and scowled, "The nerve! he charged a Sphere of Destruction in his hand and pointed it at her. "Wanna see how it's really done? Your 'destruction power is just a pale imitation. Your most intense attack couldn't even erase Angel's feathers, much less someone as myself...Hakai!" he boasted to the captured enemy commander and her second in command, destroying a huge chunk of debree near them, most likely to intimidate them.

The young Watcher looked upwards where the other two fallen angels were earning a shocked gasp from the blue haired woman and a chuckle from the man. He made a simple 'come down here' motion to them when he  figured out what the man was chuckling to. He still craddled Mittelt with the utmost tenderness, it almost looked comical with him in the bulky power stressed form. The mortified warrior was stuttering excuses, bowing to the girl while simultaneosly releasing the bulky form, she herself sported an intense shade of red on her cheeks. It was looking like he was shrinking in shame, literally,  and for him that was not far from the truth, he wished the Earth would swallow him hole. The scene was so out of this world, even their prisoners had a laugh at his expenses.

Looking from a hidden spot nearby, Arael and Azazel couldn't help but laugh. The two leaders had a hearty conversation in the Sanctum. At first, both reserved, they realized they shared a common goal. Azazel was quick to notice Arael hid behind a mask of indifference, arogance and quite frankly being an ass, but he also quickly noticed why, Arael did care, more that he'd ever admit, even to himself.

The two fallen were about to join the group when things escalated again.

One of the two lower level exorcists must have woke up from his beating induced slumber and was about to make a run for it, but instead, he rushed the approaching duo from behind as they passed.

Andrej was quick to react, making an energy blade stick out of his palm popping as if from nowhere between the assailant and his unaware victims.

"Ever heard the story of Zamasu and the Babarian?" he grinned rather unpleasantly, preparing to end the former agent of the Vatican. As everyone watched what would transpire, a beam of light struck the ground and not a second after, a newcomer emerged from it wielding a unique war hammer, the legendary Mjolnir, striking Andrej in the side of his head with some bonus lightning bolts added, making him fly back quite the distance before crashing down unceremoniously.

"Enough, brother." the newcomer sternly commanded.