Petrifying Aegis #1

 Ashera would grab her blade as she would see that the enemy before her was a very close individual that had resided within huangzhou. She would grit her teeth and close her eyes in silent disgust. She was very irritated at the man before him...

"We capture you. Harbour you, and feed you. Nasu even got whipped for you. For what? Only to squander it and continue to fight against good progress... Today is the day that will change neries."

Ashera would sent her blade towards the ground. Crushing everything that was within its way. She would be quite angered at the corrupted aura as its attunement would throw her off. She would look towards the man with upmost will. Unchanging in her motives.

"And there will be no second chances this time around."
(Ashera Ixis)
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[19:10] Syracuse Fengari squared up with the leader of the Krausites upon Agartha. The weeping mother of so many. His eyes wild with the blessed gifts of Belial, his heart beating to the Dream of Azreal, his mind churning with the tenets of Sareen.

Two of Agartha's faithful had found themselves upon the field. His frown twisted into a manic smile, eyes lighting in excitement. A test of faiths!

The words of endless souls trapped in the prison above whispered in his ears. Yet, what he saw before him was a symbol of the cruelty of Angels. It wasn't one of the pidgeons who he'd hoped for, yet it was a close second.

"You're clouded by your madness! I'd embraced what gifts had been given to me. It was upon my return to your people that that damnable angel decided to turn my beautiful Syaoron into ash!"

He'd actively bend the adamantiam bar of his axe as he spoke. Rage coursing in his soul, it was time to have some payback.

"Good, I'll show you the mercy of your Angels."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[19:10] Ashera Ixis says, "Ah."
[19:39] Ashera would continue her fight. Her fight to change Agartha as she spoke. She knew that the Neries wouldn't let his faith falter. Not one second. She would glare in anger as she Pushed her assault against the monster

The neries connection to belial had run true, she could feel the singeing corruption flowing around her. The corruption of Azrael, as well as the faith of the divine angels her blade would be the first clash against his axe.

As the exchange came to blows. Ashera would grit her teeth. As the crazed Neries axe would slowly tear against the Krausites skin. She would feel the pain of the blows getting to her. Though she would feel something radiating from within her.

>Kraus...Give me the will to go on!<

Ashera's skin would slowly harden with the dirt around her. forming solid rock. One would see that the rock is glowing a radiating energy from within. The holy energy was slowly healing her as the strength from the rock would defend her from the blows... She would become the living shield than she strived to be...

However, time was short, and each blow that the neries was doing would push her endurance and will, further healing the negated blows. Ashera would rush towards Syracruse at this moment. And would put everything she could in her strikes.

And with that said, Ashera would finish the Neries off with a finishing overhead strike, strong enough to send him flying a bit of distance.

"Don't you dare speak of the angels when you walk around with your corrupted Aura. Mercy is for those that need it. Not for those who will easily abuse it."

As Ashera said this. The rock and healing began to fade. She could only use it for three seconds in its weakened state. Ashera would start to Kneel collapsing. This, new found technique was taxing on her body. And Would need to be further practiced.

Due to this, she didn't have enough strength to finish the job, but was victorious in the end. Her advances would hopefully help in the war for tomorrow.

(Ashera Ixis)
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[19:45] As the battle came to an end, the Neries was forced back. Despite the gifts of his gods he was unable to capture the victory upon the air.

With a gnashing of his teeth he'd gain distance from Ashera. Waves of cosmic guiles propelling him along the way. He'd drift across the ground, his body weary. Yet, despite the blows of the Krausite it was whole.

With a bark of mad laughter he'd retort the matron of the Ixis.

"Bwahahaha! Finally, one of another's faith who can at-least debate me in the universal language!"

The prophet of obscene faiths used flew back into the ranks of the Dawnishmen. Let the magical cords of his laugh echoed forever in the distance.

He'd look forward to debating with Ashera again.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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