Thread: Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & SeductiveKitsune)[canceled]

RE Clash of Outsiders PsionicCuttlefish SeductiveKitsune The halfling just stoicly watched Avina from across the room, frozen in an at-ready stance, with raw elemental energy strill crackling around his open hands. He didn't respond to her at first, but at her assertion that he wouldn't fire because he hadn't already, he replied with a curt I still might if you try any funny business. And continued to watch her with almost-unblinking eyes. After a few minutes of the staring contest, rapid footsteps could be heard from the hallway through the open door behind the halfling mage. Without taking his eyes off Avina or lowering his guard, he sidestepped until he was out of the way. Moments later, indeed Avina's fears were confirmed as a towering figure swept into the room, brandishing a golden-flaming sword. The figure was radiant, clad in humble and practical white garments, had pale-blue skin, blazing solid-gold-colored eyes, and crimson-feathered wings. A Celestial, there could be no doubt. An Archon of some kind, by the 'feel' of him. Makiel stood utterly still and unblinking, fixing the chained succubus with a gaze more piercing than the halfling's ever could have been. Several other mortal figures shuffled into the room behind the Archon, giving him a respectful berth. But the Archon took no action. He just...stared, while flames licked up and down his outstretched sword. Then he blinked. Slowly, Makiel lowered his sword-arm. One of the mortals, an armor-clad warrior, spoke up. You're...we're not going to kill it? There was a moment of silence, before the Archon answered with a voice that resonated in the air slightly. ...No. We cannot. It has not been met in combat nor sin it does not seek to fight us, and there is no action for which we can punish. The words were steady, but internally, Makiel was fuming. He very much disliked this part of the job. While 'Mercy' was a critical boundry in his calling as an Avenger, it wasn't supposed to come up very often. Things just had to get complicated when it did. With only a moment's hesitation that betrayed his distaste for his words, Makiel finished with ...It would be wrong of us to execute it out of hand. The halfling's magical nimbuses snuffed out as he turned to look up at the Archon. But...we can't just let it go. Surely it's done something that deserves-- Indeed. Makiel said lowly, with his gaze still fixed on Avina. ...But we don't know that for absolute fact. He turned his head to an elf, who was thumbing a holy symbol in his hand for protection. Your spell that brought me here will not last much longer, and this lair has been cleared out to enough satisfaction that I trust you to handle any remaining stragglers. I can amend the conditions of the return to my home...and through it, I will bring this creature with me. It will face trial before an examination council, where all its sins will be laid bare. Then it will be executed in accordance with proper justice. The Archon talked as if Avina weren't even there. Let me hold your icon, I will use it to alter the spell you cast. The elf nodded and held out his holy symbol for Makiel, who reverently took it and started murmuring in the Celestial tongue over it, while he turned to watch Avina again while he worked, in case she tried anything.