Taking advantage of the distracted Astariel, Xanriel has his Ray of Lights target her, launching themselves at her wings to pummel them, knocking her off course. As the motes of light drew withing feet of her wings, they stopped cold, their lights beginning to dim. In seconds they were nothing but dark gray husks, falling from the sky.
"You think that little trick is going to work again lover? Trying to distract me with your new little tart and her flying demon?"
Astariel coos as she turns. At first, the air around her seems to slowly darken, but upon closer inspection, Xanriel's jaw drops. Flying all around Astariel were thousands upon thousands of tiny Retrovirus's, each about the size of the nail on your small finger, summoned much in the same way that Exriel would summon Cells, or Xanriel himself would summon Rays of Light.
"How dare you talk about her like that... she's more then you ever were, or ever will be." Xanriel's eyes flared with anger as he summoned up more Ray of Lights, each shining into existance around his body, until he was surrounded by dozens of them. Leaning back into a more stable stance, one leg out, bent down on the other, his sword held behind him, Xanriel closes his eyes, his blade beginning to glow white hot.
"What's with all the dramatics my love?" Astariel asks, a hint of fear in her voice as the flying Ray of Lights begin to arrange themselves in a pattern around Xanriel, who's body itself has begun to glow as bright as his sword, "After all, she's mortal, she's just a play thing. You can barely tell she's half-angel."
His ears were deafened to her comments, for these were things he knew. He was not shocked to hear that she was part angel. In a sense, he always knew. As Xanriel's eyes slowly open, a bright white light shines from them, and as he speaks, the same white light spills forth from within his mouth. As his words come out, his body pulses with light, slowly taking on changes with each glow. His wings spreading larger and larger, shining the brightest gold, his skin becoming white as marble as his robes burst into flames. The flames reforming to create a shining suit of thin scale mail, covering his chest, biceps and legs, ending at boots on his feet.
"You have spoken of these matters for the last time. You will not speak of my Ward in such a crass manner. It is time to put a stop to all of this." Xanriel twists the hilt of his sword, the edge of the blade facing Astariel as the Ray of Lights begin to move, circling him in an excited manner.
"DESTINY STRIKE!" Slashing in a wide arc, a phantom blade of searing hot light flies toward Astariel, slicing a path through her Retroviruses like paper. Astariel quickly brings up her own sword to defend against the slash, but she realizes too late she has left herself open.
"HEAVEN'S JUDGEMENT!" Just as Astariel's blade deflects most of the blow from his Destiny Strike, Each of the Ray of Lights flies up into a pillar of light, then crashes down against Xanriel's shield, reflecting off of it at such a high speed that their energy is broken up into it's base form, reflecting off as a concentrated beam of light, cutting it's way through the air, the retroviruses, Astariel's blade and armour, and then finally her chest, bursting out the other side and into the battle field below, slicing a line through the ranks of the undead and then exploding, leaving behind a crater of cracked and useless bones, seared flesh, flaming feathers and charred necromancers.
Astariel's eyes went wide in shock, dropping her sword as she falls from the sky. Xanriel looks down with the judging eyes of a God, unphased by her death, like the falling of a leaf. In his true Master form, Xanriel felt no pity for those who had strain from the light to hide amongst the dead.
"May Miracle have mercy on your soul."
OOC: So in case I didn't explain it very well, at the moment Xanriel essentially looks like a ray of light formed into the shape of a man, except with facial features, gold wings and hair, and armour.
