Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161222052529

Furious purple light pulses around Azrael as he chants, until a violent streak of violet energy bursts forth at the close of his incantation, heading straight for the Wind Princess.

'Too slow,' she murmurs, and raises one hand. 'Now bring out silence.'

The spell dissipates, as does Manteau's lightning. She proceeds to sweep one hand through the air, and Dolenus's shots change course with the wind, curving to strike the ground.

'Attacks that use physical means won't affect her...' murmurs Alister. 'So I guess I have no choice. Alastríona?'

He steps forward, and raises one hand. Golden light flickers and crackles around him like lightning, and fire pulses around his feet.

'I am the flames of indemnity.'

Artoria's eyes widen at those words. 'You've got to be joking...' she murmurs.

'Fire forms my heart and soul.'

The wind picks up, and several quest-members take cuts from the wind, razor-sharp slices that sting, though not with much damage.

'I have sent over a thousand lives down to the pit.'

The Wind Princess of the Whirling Heavens looks almost frightened now.

'Unknown to peace,'

'Perhaps I ought to retreat?...' she murmurs.

'Nor known to love.'

Artoria snaps her fingers, and brilliant wind, shining with azure light, begins forming in the sky.

'That's not good...' murmurs Alastríona. 'That's her Noble Art, Blade of Angels...'

'I have withstood the pain of fire to forge many bonds.'

The light from the Wind Princess's spell shines even brighter. 'Azure fire from on high, winds that grace the First Heaven, I implore you, beseeching your keeper's holy name...' Artoria rapidly chants.

'Yet, my hands have never failed to slip away from others.'

'...So as I pray, I pray for the solace of a cleaning and pure holy light, that the evils before the eyes of the heavens may be purged, and that the blade of the Holy Archangel may descend to bring forth swift judgement...' the Wind Princess continues.

'So as I sing, I shall sing for this...'

'I implore you, Holy Archangel, Prince of the Heavens, to bring out a royal and brilliant sword of victory!' Artoria finishes, and the azure wind takes shape in the form of an electric-blue bolt of swirling tempest, wind, rain, and lightning crackling like a god's thunderbolt.

'I shall sing for the Spirit Realm of Fire!' Alister finishes a split second later, and golden flames surge outward, blanketing everything. Though several questers cover themselves in panic, they find that the flames are only holding back the winds and Artoria's magic, and don't seem to be capable of harming them.

'Go, now!' Alister cries.

'Go, now!'