"How do you wanna do this?" Gwynne asked Mikael as they walked, they decided that since their focus was to protect the civilians, they would just meet the horde head-on and crush it.
After all, a good defense is a good offense.
Mikael remained silent as they walked, only facing forwards as if in a trance.
Gwynne squinted her eyes, and decided to channel a small ice shard, and shoot it towards Mikael's left hand.
The shard cleanly went through his hand, atleast, that's what should've happened.
Instead, Mikael pulled his hand back quick enough for the shard of ice to embed itself into the ground harmlessly.
Mikael looked at Gwynne, who raised an eyebrow.
"You were spacing out."
Mikael grunted, "My bad, was thinking about something else," He let his arm drop to his side as he continued, "Going back to your question, I would like for you to be the backline, I tear through them while they're getting shelled by your magic."
"Mmh, good enough for me." Gwynne shrugged.
All of a sudden, Mikael stopped in his tracks, and started twitching uncontrollably, and Gwynne stepped away from him, an alarmed look on her face.
He muttered a jumbled mess of words, his usual eerie voice being amplified as the voices got louder and louder, trying to overpower one another, as his entire body twitched faster and faster.
Gwynne could notice his weird eye shifting around, as his other normal blue eye shone uncontrollably, then, moments later, his twitching stopped, and she could feel how different he was.
The way he stood, the way he stretched his body and cracked his neck, even the way he looked at her. It was all different.
She silently casted an ice spike, holding its formation and acceleration, waiting for the moment whatever Mikael became to attack her.
Yet, the attack never came, all she heard was the sound of a shockwave, as Mikael threw his mace towards the advancing horde, looking back at her to say, "Don't worry about damaging me. Go wild." Before instantly disappearing.
As she came over her shock, she remembered that she was supposed to provide cover, and so she started casting hundreds of spells at the same time.
She was still suspicious as what happened to him in that short amount of time to change so drastically, but she couldn't let herself get distracted now, after all, she could just question him after the battle.
Magic circles appeared all over the air behind her as she instantly floated up, the height advantage giving her the perfect overview of the battle.
Shortly after, a rain of freezing blue descended upon the demonic horde, killing hundreds in the first volley.
Gwynne saw Mikael quite literally ripping the horde apart, cutting through their numbers like a sharp knife on paper
Mikael wasn't himself currently, well, he still is himself, but not himself in terms of experience, and his current actions.
One of the other Mikaels wanted a turn, especially in a massacre against demons.
He would've said no, but well... He couldn't really say no to himself, right? So he let this Mikael take over, as he watched him kick a chimeric type demon on the back so hard, that its entire body crumped and folded, yet it still wasn't dead, so the current Mikael slammed his mace into the demon's head, pulverizing it and putting it down for good.
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Then Mikael got impaled. A lot.
He felt razor sharp blades pierce the left side of his hood, going through his skull and out the other side, as three blades pierced his throat, while his arms, legs, and torso were either getting ripped to shreds, or were in the process of being amputated, as bones and organs were either getting ripped out or stabbed through.
Every single injury was made with the intent to kill, and indeed, any one of these wounds would've killed normal people, maybe even Archangels, and maybe even Cherubims if concentrated enough, but for Seraphims, most especially him, this was nothing.
Every wound he took would heal in a blink of an eye, he couldn't even feel the pain.
Well, this Mikael, atleast, didn't.
He would get punched and kicked back, but he would use the momentum to hit a demon or two with his mace, killing them instantly, and transitioning into a wild combo that turned Taint-strengthened bones, muscle and flesh into dust and red mist.
He entered another trance, and this time, he had free reign.
Like an unstoppable train, he met the second wave of the horde head on, as Gwynne's magic rained from above, causing havoc amongst the demons.
Seconds before he and the horde clashed, he threw his mace directly behind enemy lines, punching a lunging demon's head clean off as the horde now descended upon him.
Duck a blade, punch through the ribs, rip out the heart, grab the skull and crush.
Get stabbed in the chest by two more chimeric demons, grab their scythe arms and rip it off them and use it to cleave through them, and the rest of the demons until the arms broke through overuse.
Lunge towards a minotaur/spider hybrid and rip it in two, grab the warhammer it had and start swinging.
He was a whirlwind, crushing and breaking every single demon that tried to attack him as he seamlessly chained attack after attack with the stolen warhammer, as another volley of Gwynne's magic rained down, this time hitting his general area, blanketing it in a numbing, yet stinging cold.
The demons that were trying to attack him all froze in mere seconds, and he knew that they were already dead, as when the frigid air dissipates, the ice sculptures would burst into fragments, and if there was anything frozen inside those sculptures, they would be turned into more fragments.
These fragments would be like broken glass, as the sheer speed and quantity of the fragments would ensure that anything unfortunate enough to be close by, would be shredded into pieces.
It fitted Gwynne's nickname, The Glassmaker.
He would continue to tear through the horde for another few minutes, before finally facing the Lesser Apostle and its lackeys.
A small ice flower grew beside him, before Gwynne appeared where the flower stood.
"̴I̶ ̴c̶o̴n̴g̵r̵a̴t̸u̶l̴a̵t̴e̵ ̵y̶o̸u̸ ̴t̸w̸o̴ ̶f̶o̷r̴ ̷g̶o̸i̷n̸g̸ ̷t̶h̵r̷o̸u̶g̷h̸ ̷m̸y̸ ̷p̵a̴w̵n̵s̵!̴"̶ The Apostle clapped politely as he spoke towards them.
Mikael and Gwynne only stared.
"̷W̶h̴a̵t̵?̷ ̶N̵o̸t̵ ̵e̵v̸e̸n̸ ̷a̷ ̶w̸o̸r̶d̵ ̷t̴o̵ ̶m̷e̸?̵ ̷N̷o̶ ̸c̴u̷r̶s̸e̸s̵,̴ ̸q̵u̸e̵s̷t̸i̸o̵n̴s̵,̵ ̴t̵h̵r̶e̶a̴t̴s̶?̶"̶ It puts its hand on its chest in mock sadness.
"Threats are worthless, promises, however, aren't." Mikael spoke up first.
"And we promise you that you shall be cleansed of your sin." Gwynne followed.
"̵O̸h̵?̷ ̸P̶l̴e̷a̴s̸e̶ ̸e̵n̵l̸i̸g̷h̵t̶e̶n̵ ̷m̵e̶,̸ ̶w̷h̸a̵t̶ ̶s̵i̶n̴ ̸h̴a̵v̷e̶ ̷I̴ ̷c̷o̸m̶m̶i̴t̸t̴e̸d̶?̷"̷ It leaned its body towards them.
Gwynne readied multiple holy spells alongside her ice spells, a mere thought away from unleashing them all towards the remaining demons and the Apostle in a dome like attack, she felt Mikael tense as he gave her a look, and she prepared to fall back to return being a support, making hundreds of ice flowers grow around the entire battlefield.
"Your sin," Mikael snapped his fingers, "is existing."
"H̷͎͈̩̙̫̝͖͑̐͑̈Ḁ̷̢̣̙̺̺̂̈́͊̆͝͝H̵͔̬͈̮͊͒̍̃͘Ä̵̢̮H̴͍̥͉̼̦̓͗͑A̸̢͎̐̌̓̿̅̓͌Ḧ̵̠͙́̈́͘A̷̮̰̍̒̈͋̽H̴̪̺͔̖̠͔̏͛͌̒͜Ą̷͙̖̗̻͊H̴̢̙͇̦̓̒Ḧ̶̰͙̬̰̘̺́̃̅͘͠A̴̹͌͛͛̓́H̴̱̦͕̥̹͇̀̐͂͋̈̕͠A̸̧̫̥̞̲̣̅̑̈́̌̾H̸̦͓̑ͅͅẠ̴̡̛̛̤͈̑̇͊͒͑H̶̜͆̈́̈Ả̸̜̦̲̞͚́͌͆" It bellowed out a hysterical laugh, as its body started to morph, but before it could finish its transformation, Mikael's mace suddenly hit the spine of the Apostle, going through its body and settling back into Mikael's hands.
Gwynne unleashed her spells, killing the remaining allies of the Apostle and harming it further as she teleported away.
"Ÿ̶̭́̆͒̇̇̔͐ơ̴͙̦̅̀͘ù̵̦̗̹̋̚ͅ.̵̨̢̗̮̥̘̇.̷̨̩̠͚̹̈́̀͜.̵̖̬̘̼̓͒̿̍͝" The Apostle growled as it settled upon its new form, although it was disfigured from the two's sudden attacks. "Ḭ̵̔'̷̙͓͈̐̈͝l̴̖̝̼̐̈́ļ̴̳̫̈́ ̴͔̙̼̎̈́̚m̵̡͊͌̽a̶̟̙͒k̸̳̝̖͐̔̀è̵̲ ̵̪̃͋y̶̖͂̿̌ọ̸̡͂͒̋ü̸̱̖̒ ̵͓̠̈́̌͆a̸̒͜l̶̯̙͠l̵̨̛̘̓͘ ̷̥̏͊f̵̤̆̉u̴̧͊ç̸͚̉k̵̬̱͘ȋ̶̜̹ǹ̶͇̱̼͛̓g̵̥̦̲̎ ̸̬͔̀̔s̵̯̿́ü̵͖̲͝f̷̡̛͕̂̌f̵̻̕e̶͉͖̎ŗ̷̤̤̔.̴̼̀̋͆"
The Apostle disappeared from Mikael's vision, but his instincts made him parry an elongated claw behind him with his mace.
"̴͕͂̔͝L̴̺͖͕̓̾e̸̛̺͉̋͠ṱ̶͆̈͘'̶͎͈̼̽̚̚ś̷͈̾ ̴̣͔͔̓ď̴̫̈́a̵͔̲͊͠ń̶͎̺̗c̷̝̜̀ē̶͙̾̊,̵̭̭̒̚ ̸̮̲̈͑̔s̶̹̟̣͛̕h̸̡̨̼́ä̸͔͇̚l̸̢͆̐l̷͖̇̐ ̷̪̩̊̆w̴̡̟̝̿e̴̼̭͒͌̌?̸̰̺͖̈́̀"̴̥̪͒͗̆ The Apostle grinned.