Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-26444332-20170104004716

Before either of their actions can be completed, they see his face, and stop. For Asariel is smirking.

He murmurs something, and a second sword appears in his hand with a flash of gold light. He deflects Cú Chulainn's spear to one side, and places one palm against the man's chest over his heart, as he stumbles forward, off-balance.

'Feel my lament.' Asariel murmurs, and a shock of air blasts the meta twenty feet into the air. Golden ripples of light surround him as he begins to fall.

'You're done.' the Hunter says, and the rippling circles of light flash bronze-gold, firing swords, spears, axes, and a variety of other weapons at Cú Chulainn. He deflects some, but not all: the meta falls to the ground, barely moving, covered in a hundred cuts and stabs.