The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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A new wound had appeared on the King's back. ''It is futile to resist. The more you struggle, the more you will suffer...'' Lucifer stated in a callous voice, remorseless. As though his tone was laced with ice.
Arthur took a step forward and spun quickly, Caliburn ripped through the air as it was swung towards Lucifer. However, the angel simply flew back, clearing the area and avoiding the blade by a hair's breadth. As Arthur stomped forward to give chase, he swung downwards, hoping to catch the angel from flying up again. However, once his blade was only a mere breath away, he was skewered with another ray of light, piercing through his shoulder.
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"It's getting tedious, your effort won't account for anything..." the angel declared, once again behind the King, delivering a powerful thrust into his chest. Hope was dwindling and Arthur was burned alive with every attack.
But...
In the face of inevitable defeat, Arthur simply closed his eyes. He felt the numbing pain clotting his body, the seering injuries still biting into his flesh. He allowed his senses to acclimate and adapt, if he wouldn't be able to see Lucifer, he would be forced to wait and catch him.
"I can focus my power into detecting the angel bastard, but your regeneration will be severely lacking. If you don't stop him in time he may actually kill you..." Bael's voice rang in his head whilst he waited for the next attack to come.
"That's a gamble I will be forced to take, m'lady. I thank you for your aid in my time of need, without you I would have surely died already." His eager and happy tone was lost from his voice. Replaced with a seriousness Arthur had never shown, even in years of fierce battle.
In the darkness of Arthur's mind, he imagined a copy of the arena around him. In his mind, the arena was dark, monotonous and shadowed. In the darkness, he imagined a mass of light flying around with great speed. He saw it move around him, before descending rapidly upon him.
Arthur lifted Caliburn to meet the incoming danger, only just barely stopping it from reaching his neck with a quick counter. Lucifer kept up the barrage, and the King was forced to swing Caliburn constantly, one wrong move could spell his end.
After many seconds, the exchange was brought to an end with Arthur putting power into his legs and pushing up past Lucifer's sword. Calibrun was thrusted towards the Seraphim's face, a mere fingertip away before Lucifer took flight again.
He had deflected Lucifer back into the sky whilst the angel was shocked. He had not expected Arthur to be able to react to him, let alone counter attack. His mind was full of questions, and his thoughts raced to find a solution.
'He couldn't have already adapted to my speed...he has not shown the ability to do so at any point. What else could it be? Wait...his armor...its-'
Arthur's armor had taken upon a supernatural visage. Miniscule eyes had grown out of his breastplate, spaulders, and chausses. Without Lucifer's advanced sight, he would have surely missed them. They looked like the eyes of a fly, compound and acute, following the smallest of movements in static vision.
