Akahaziel clambered free of the tattered remains of the human that he had been inhabiting. “Uriel!” rasped Akahaziel, “I know you are here! Show yourself!”
“It is over,” said Uriel, rising from the ground beside Draycott. “Your vessel is dead; you cannot control these people anymore.”
Akahaziel laughed, it sounded almost a wheeze. “For an Arch-angel you are very narrow-minded. I don’t need your pitiful human army.” With a roar, he thrust up his arms and spoke words of power. The earth shook and all around the battlefield were eruptions of dirt as the ground itself seemed to give birth to a legion of demons. Each monster clambered free from the ground and began to attack anything nearby. More than a few men were cut down as they gaped at this sudden turn of events. Magnus let out a roar and men nearby, whether French or English rallied to him, the more to hold off the demonic assault. Akahaziel, in the meantime was wading through the scattered soldiers, loosing blasts of corruption that ripped through man and demon alike, causing them to decay and reduce to a rotten heap. Uriel would have none of this and using his own powers, he let loose with massive novas of divine energy. Demons caught in the blasts screamed as it seared them, and any human hit was bolstered by the holy light, any malady from Akahaziel’s corruption cleansed.
Dmitri and Wayte ran through the battling armies, seeking out Claudia. Demons continued to raise from the earth, making the ground underfoot treacherous as Wayte found out after a scaled claw burst from the ground to wrap around his ankle. He fell, but Dmitri was there in an instant, hacking at the demonic limb with his sword. From beneath the surface of the ground, Dmitri could hear the demon scream. He thrust his blade down into the dirt and the screaming stopped. Wayte shook the disembodied talon free from his ankle and shuddered, “These things shouldn’t exist,” he growled. Dmitri nodded in agreement and continued looking for Claudia.
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Uriel let loose a wordless yell as he engaged Akahaziel with the broadsword that was strapped to his back. The blade shone with a golden light that made Dmitri’s blade seem a candle beside a bonfire. Using both hands to wield the massive weapon, Uriel struck out at the demon. Akahaziel raised his talons to fend off the attack and the blade glanced off as if his claws were the finest steel. He retaliated with a flurry of attacks that Uriel could only block with his blade, the speed and ferocity of the attack had left him with no time to evade.
The monks at the back of the battle with Claudia had begun to bless the potions that her slingers had been lobbing towards the new enemy, the demonic legion. As soon as Akahaziel had appeared, one of the monks had stopped rounding up horses that had lost their riders and had mounted one and galloped off towards the monastery and had quickly returned with the abbot. In no time the monks had gathered and in ceremony blessed the potions. As these potions rained down upon the demonic forces, they exploded and showered demons and humans alike in a rich golden flame. Where the humans spirits were uplifted, the demons were seared by the flames. Claudia saw Dmitri and Wayte rushing towards her. She turned to the abbot, “I’m afraid I will have to leave you now, I have to face Akahaziel.”
The monk nodded, his eyes sad, “May you succeed my child,” he replied, and with a gesture he whispered under his breath, blessing her.