starlight as your light

Suddenly, the young boy stood up, faster than before. Sparks flying through his body, he thrusted his knife at the angel in front of him.
He was blown back instantly.

"You're only alive" The archangel said cynically "Because I have been healing you. You'd be dead long before now if this was a real fight. Now surrender!"

"I won't... You- you're strong, but there's always a chance I can win, and I won't let my luck go to waste."

"But in the scheme of things, what is luck but an excuse for the weak of mind? Think, you foolish child, or you will die, lucky or not."

Diligo stood in front of Evol, putting himself between her and Seth. He couldn't afford to talk, or he'd give himself away. This opponent, the fear was real. He couldn't allow conflict now, not without a plan of sorts. Nothing comes of hate but death. But would Evol recognize it, or only anger more?

The demigod took his chances. Allowing his blades to rotate freely, they tore into the ground, causing mass noise and mass light. He used this to his advantage, even a second of shock, how would Seth react?

No reaction at all... This is going to be more difficult than I had hoped.

Seeing his time run short, Diligo, only half turning, reached to grab Evol's arm or hand or whatever was in reach. His goal was to support; if these shadows could move the physical, he wouldn't allow them to. The Serephim blood in the young Diligo was roaring, all fear having left the demigod. He was now prepared, and his eyes seemed to glow a more vibrant green than ever.

"I'm sorry, sir, but "what she is" is none of your concern, blood related as you might be. Perhaps you should figure out "What you are" first, no?" Diligo said with surprising clarity. He spoke calmly, and yet majestically, and yet so maniacally. It was an inhuman fury.

"Oh, is that what you call it? Human... I know mankind, and you're certainly no example..." Diligo said coldly. The demigod looked and saw Seth drawing his sword. He responded by pointing his palm at his opponent, the pistol edge becoming clear in the firelight. His right arm still kept its grip, he would not mess up.

"Evol, you know him well, do you not?" Diligo whispered. It wouldn't matter whether he was loud or not though, he didn't care whether Seth heard. "Is this worth fighting?"

Seth's advance stopped, and Diligo's mind started. Why would he not advance The archangel's mind rushed to figure out the answer. It's clear he has a time limit, and he doesn't really know what my gun is capable of past the fact that it's a gun. So why not charge past me? Or at least attempt to run away? He thinks so highly of himself, there's no way he's just given up.

But suddenly Diligo was reminded. The sword is a close range weapon. But Seth had more than his sword. Seth controlled shadow. This was not a 2 dimensional fight, no; Seth could strike from anywhere in the room. Diligo, however, was restricted to a single target. This was bad, and Diligo realized it.

OOC: Yessah 50th post!

Diligo was relieved that Seth's fires could not harm him with Evol around. But that relief lasted less than a second. If Seth can't strike normally, Diligo realized, he'd have to use his cunning. With a straight forward attack, one gets three stages, the anticipation, the witnessing, and the aftermath. Because of this one could see a move coming, prepare for a reaction, and probably not die all too instantly. But if someone used cunning the steps became obscure; suddenly there was no way to prepare, no way to expect, few ways to live. Diligo couldn't be alert like always. He'd have to take the offensive. But because Evol and him both needed to be together on these things, and there was no way to attack and protect simultaneously, both of the combatants were glued to the floor. No shadow powers were needed to do that.

"What are your intentions, Seth? Do you truly intend to use that blade, really intend to draw blood tonight?"