The Blood War In Sigil

[*Rainbow Prism]

Seeing regenerating devil, young Master of Heart followed call of Action Trance she was experiencing the moment battle started. Muscles of body tensed in quick motion, upper body weaving to the side. To make it more effective, hands balanced great sword to the side to shift weight. It saved Cipher's life, sharp polearm damaging armor, nearly tearing shoulder pad off strong enchanted breastplate.

A good trade instead of skewered fiend-blood heart.

Not a thought crossed the mind of battler fighting for her life. Tiefling ducked in near crouch, weaving and sidesteping under heavy spear, long training in Gymnasium and real fights honing footwork to make her springing dash leaving no window of opportunity to strike.

Quickly getting to the side of wounded soldier, Raila slashed several times at the weakened armor part, determined to book him for good before others appear.

[Spring Attack used to prevent AoO]

[*Purgatory]

She casts an Issac's Greater Missile Storm. She splits the hail of magic between both targets evenly.

[*Krayt]

The armoured infernal stomped its foot down heavily ploughing a furrow of loose cobblestone until he halted the momentum of his attack. Railas counter blows found their mark cutting deeply into it's armpit when the spear was still held high enough for her blade to reach it. As he lowered the spear jabbing at her she could recoil and make a circular movement with head to avoid it slashing at his visor from below she feel the edge dig into his face and Another stream of blood mixed with maggots streamed from his helmit and soaked the pitchblack armour into a sanguine red glossy sheen in the dim light. Taking a staggering step towards her while the blade was still attached to the visor. His massive left arm was flung in aimed at her left lower body in a slapping shield bash. The blade stucked in his helmit, if she could only readjust it it was a good chance to stab it through his membrane.

A cluster of magical orbs dives down at high speed towars their designated targets. I brigth whight flashes they hit the dark Knights sundering their massive armour a few pieces are sent violently to the ground torn from their bodies she can see chunks of fleash attached to them crawling with maggots. Huge spikes was mounted inside the armour driven into the bearers body. Blood splattering on the building and all around them. But still alive when the spell had dispersed. Tala had to keep hitting them to finish them off or they would surely regenerate.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Groaning, cutter felt the strike through hardened alloy of her armor. Teeth gritting in the bone-box painfully resonated to smash of hardened steel glove. Strong will and fortitude helped to save the insides of her gut from spilling out through her mouth.

But the fight did not end. Not just from that.

Right leg whipped out to kick in the body, with intent to push off foul critter of Nine Hells. It would however leave her prone, her left sides giving in under pain of hurt side.

*Not yet!*

The trance was no longer there, but it was no longer needed. The unyielding thought was one with body, right foot stomping back to stop reeling fighter from falling.

She would not fall. Not until this gretch excrement would return to Baator!

Steadying long blade with her free hand, Cipher exhaled, making mighty thrust to make it count.

[*Krayt]

With a shrill metallic creaking the heavy blade sunk into the rigorously crafted helmet. All motion ceased and the arms fell listless to his sides still clutching the spear. The foul fuming hot blood pouring down along the blade wetting her foremost hand. The towering black knight started to fall forward it's sheer weight stalling the fall a mere second. Murky smoke started to protrude from the joints of the massive plates.

((Not sure I can make another post until sunday or late saturday. Bear with me guys.))

[*Rainbow Prism]

Jumping back, hot bloody steel sliding out with love slushing sound, warrior breathed in hurriedly. Almost primal instincts awakened inside her, calling for more violence. More blood.

Quickly, Raila shook off her urge, quickly assessing situation. Smoke coming from under the plate seams told of success. The berk is going back to Baator.

And there were three more.

Suddenly she realized that the two charging at her from behind the corner did not appear. Leaning to the wall, tiefling peeked quickly once, then again, slowly, only to find two sizzling devils quivering in pool of their blood.

That left fourth, probably healthy and running after her.

She would not just wait for him. Feet moved in other direction, to find that last battler and take him out first.

[*Purgatory]

She began to rain down a chain of icestorms. If the cold would not freeze them she hoped the ice would crush them and keep them down. She wanted one alive.

[*Krayt]

Burried beneath blocks of ice the legionnarie furtherst to the corner lay motionless while the other is nearly completly under a heap of ice. Smashing through it is a nearly naked flayed red bloody arm, a few plated dangle loosly still attached to the flesh. Tala could either save this one for later or finish him now the ice was likely to hold him down.

As Raila rounded the corner she could spot the last standing infernal soldier at the other end of the Square structure vanishing behind his corner. A retreat or rouse to lure her rushing headless after him?

[*Purgatory]

If she sees the running devil she casts a bigby's forceful hand to stun it. If this works she casts dimension door to get down to it.

[*Krayt]

She could hear him running, his heavy armour was impossible to move silent with. The gigantic hand materialized in front of it seemingly stopping it as intended. The dimension door brought her to the ground level swiftly.