Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-28144855-20191007012444

"Andreeeej!!!" the Angel's shriek pierced the heavy reddish atmosphere as he blocked the attack with his face and was sent sliding backwards.

He merely shrugged it, almost in a sort of trance. He just kept staring at his balled fists, his arms trambling not from fear or being hurt, but from the mental struggle he had in his mind.

'To go back and turning into... that... Was- was everything just a lie. Am I nothing but a Monster? I never really changed... I merely bottled my anger, my thirst for vengeance, the blood of those who wronged me...' He was pondering, his whole body startging to shake. He could now be seen by the whole group as he slid in their close proximity.

Artoria and Mittelt darted towards him, their foes nearly catching up, sporting similar firey wings like their wicked companions, however theirs were made of a strange black flame.

"Andrej, whats's wrong?! Snap out of it!" his Guardian Angel screamed. It was s scream of anguish as she could feel all his Essence building up in one place. That could mean either he was preparing an attack or was gathering his being in a single place, but for what purpose?

'Perhaps... I should disappear... vanish into the oblivion where Monsters like me belong...' his mind was racing pondering about his very being, the reason of his stubborn existing and clenching to that very existence, despite his sins.

'I coun't protect her, nor them... I should have died with them, all those years ago...' He noticed one of the Mist covered fiends approaching him but didn't respond in the slightest.

Meanwhile, the skeletons, orks and Brumak launched an attack trying to box the group in a tight formation as the Dark Mist Knights circled them, waiting for their opening to strike.