Thread: Portal - A Fall From Grace (BurningWillows and Black_Out)

Alexander watched, the tension of his body written all over his hawkish facial features as Kyharra dispatched the shadow formed devil that had sneaked in through the arrow slit within the curving hallway of molded stone that led towards her chambers. As his angelic feminine counterpart vanished into her room to gather some of her belongings, Alexander turned and moved quickly up and down the hallway. His hands reached up and grasped the steel shutters above the arrow slats and tugged them down, effectively blockading the arrow slits and preventing any further entries from his end of the hallway. Ky! Close and lock the shutters! He called out towards her as he turned and moved with long hasty strides into his chamber. Steely blue eyes swept over the assembled weapons, he was going to need something small and quick, as fighting up on the steps that led into their home would mean the nearby walls and overhanging ceiling would get in the way of larger weapons. He settled on a very short blade, several feet in length and freshly sharpened to a razors edge as he let his spear drop from his grasp and rattle upon the hard stone floor. The handle and hilt of the short sword had a solid guard that should be sufficient enough to catch a striking weapon and stop it from doing any harm. Hardly having the time to fully equip his armor, Alexander grabbed his bracers and shin guards, and quickly strapped them into place. On his way back out of his room he reached down and lifted up a longer gently curving blade of blue tinted white steel, the handle crafted of ivory in the shape of a tightly spun and twirling ballerina whose outstretched arms formed the hilt of the magnificent sword. It's time to dance, Jasmine. Alexander directed his gaze towards the blade as the blue tint upon the long elegantly curved sword hummed to life and basked the hallway in dazzling motes of blue light. I thought you'd never ask. The sword quipped in the light and mirthful voice of a younger woman. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the blade out in front of himself and instead of clanking upon the floor the sword floated out and up into the air, a melodious humming sound emerging from the weapon as it danced down the hallway before Alexander. As the duo rounded the bend they witnessed Kyharra sending an arrow through the darkened heart of another wispy shadowy fiend that had slipped through an open arrow slit. Jasmine gracefully twirled through the air with a purpose as she sang Oh, that kind of dance, again. as she finished the devilish creature of shadow stuff off, slicing through the top half of it's insubstantial skull and dispersing it into a cloud of darkness that quickly filtered away into nothingness. Alexander skidded his sandal clad feet to a halt in the foyer as he looked towards Kyharra and gave a dip of his head before looking towards the doorway. He took a few quick breaths as he readied himself for what waited outside and let his wings sink back into his body figuring they would only get in the way while offering a tantalizing target to their enemies. If he needed them, he could quickly call upon them again, at least the strain of their divine blessing seemed more bearable then the other powers he might call upon. Jasmine swayed back and forth, light as a feather in the air between the two angelic warriors, the tip of the sword pointed towards the closed and sealed door. He never wants to dance with me, Ky, I think he doesn't know how. The sweet and lighthearted voice of the blade quipped. You should teach him, sometime. I certainly don't have the patience. Alexander gritted his pearly white teeth with a slight shake of his head as a fluttering moment of amusement worked over his lips before returning to a stern expression. Are you ready? He asked as he looked towards Kyharra.