Xanriel stared in shock as the life he created, twisted though it was, was slaughtered before him. In his perverse mind, he had created life, he had taken nothing, a small amount of blood and made it into millions! This demon cared nothing for his creation and killed it mercilessly, in a blind rage, he lifted the druidic staff, feeding it all his life energy and bringing him down to his weakened state, a frail shell of what he once was. The staff absorbed the energy and changed, it's haft and head piece changing into a solid stone, a sheen the colour of jade running along it's length. He charged head on, singing a healing hymn, charging it further as the staff grew, the end curving and swirling with the crescendo of his song, forming into a brilliantly curved, jade halberd. He swung wide, bringing the blade in a graceful arc that swun low under the slash of Jonathan's claymore.
He stood in shock, his eyes glazed over as he stared at his blade. Sticking into Jonathan's armour, blood welling up around the blade, was his halberd. It slowly disintegrated, unsummoned and sent back to it's resting place. He watched it piece by piece disappear, until a more shocking sight caught his eye. Sticking deep into his chest, covered in blood and drinking more, was Jonathan's blade. His swing at broken into the armour, but jonathan's had cut clean through him. A metallic tang filled his throat, and he could do nothing but cough, spitting up blood like a child might spit up his lunch. His eyes flickered then closed as he collapsed to the ground in a heap, blood pouring from his chest. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself. "Miracle... I'm coming home..."