together like thunder with every strike. Ramiel spun, whipping his hammer around, and Nuriel had to leap back to avoid the blow. “Not bad, love.” said Ramiel, standing with his heavily armored side facing Nuriel and smiling at her wickedly. “But it’s not good enough.”
Ramiel leapt forward, his hammer whirling with uncanny speed. Nuriel deflected the first blow and then spun low, her large claymore extended for a strike, but Ramiel was much too fast and with just a simple twist of his leg, blocked the blow upon his heavily armored thigh. Against most Saints a strike that powerful, even deflected as it was, would have been enough to knock them down. Unfortunately Ramiel was too powerful to be taken so easily and not only stood his ground, but spun out with his right hand extended, delivering a nasty backhand to Nuriel’s face. Her Caliber flared brightly against the force of the blow, deadening the impact of the unforgiving star-metal gauntlet against her soft cheek, but even still it was enough to send her flying back. Before she had a chance to register the taste of blood in her mouth a flurry of strikes erupted as Isley shot in for the attack.
Nuriel kicked herself back to her feet and launched herself into the fray. She tried to flank Ramiel as Isley confronted him head-on, but Ramiel was so quick that he was able to parry each of Isley’s attacks while ducking or spinning from Nuriel’s own. Back at Sanctuary Nuriel had often faced off against multiple opponents in sparring matches. Still, that hadn’t prepared her for Ramiel’s might. The man was just too quick and too strong. And truth be told, Isley was just getting in her way.
Nuriel snarled as she struck in again, flaring her Caliber, trying to siphon every ounce of speed and strength she could. Ramiel shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding her blow, but simultaneously catching Isley on the shoulder with his hammer. The impact was tremendous, and Isley faltered for just a second as the blow shifted him on his feet. That brief moment was all the time Ramiel needed to spin and deliver a swift strike dead-center to Isley’s breastplate. His hammer impacted Isley’s chest with thunderous force and Isley was sent flying back some twenty feet where he landed on his back. Nuriel thought she caught a glimpse of blood spraying from his mouth as he landed. Star-metal was unbreakable, but the body of a Saint was not. Even protected within that obsidian shell Nuriel knew a blow that powerful could shatter bones or even kill. Isley didn’t move, his body was limp upon the ground.
Nuriel had little time to contemplate the fate of her mentor. Ramiel spun around, his hammer whirling, putting her on the defensive. Nuriel brought her sword in close, moving it in swift, deft motions against Ramiel’s blows. Each strike was tremendous, and with every parry Nuriel could feel her footing and her sword motions getting ever so slightly away from her.
Ramiel came in at her, his hammer falling quickly toward her head. She ducked right, letting her own momentum raise her left leg as she brought her star-metal boot right into his side. Ramiel fell back a step from the impact, giving Nuriel the second she needed to spin herself back up to her feet, her sword up and ready for a swift thrust. Unfortunately Ramiel was already ahead of her, and before she could react, he flared his Caliber a brilliant gold as he brought his hammer down upon the ground.
Rock and stone were thrown into the air as a tremendous shockwave sundered the earth in a straight line right toward her. She back-flipped to gain some ground and then extended her sword in front of her defensively. She shined her Caliber brilliantly against the concussive wave that washed over her, spraying her with sundered earth. She had to turn her head slightly to avoid getting hit in the eyes with dirt. By the time she was looking ahead Ramiel was already upon her, his warhammer coming right for her face.
She ducked
Ramiel leapt forward, his hammer whirling with uncanny speed. Nuriel deflected the first blow and then spun low, her large claymore extended for a strike, but Ramiel was much too fast and with just a simple twist of his leg, blocked the blow upon his heavily armored thigh. Against most Saints a strike that powerful, even deflected as it was, would have been enough to knock them down. Unfortunately Ramiel was too powerful to be taken so easily and not only stood his ground, but spun out with his right hand extended, delivering a nasty backhand to Nuriel’s face. Her Caliber flared brightly against the force of the blow, deadening the impact of the unforgiving star-metal gauntlet against her soft cheek, but even still it was enough to send her flying back. Before she had a chance to register the taste of blood in her mouth a flurry of strikes erupted as Isley shot in for the attack.
Nuriel kicked herself back to her feet and launched herself into the fray. She tried to flank Ramiel as Isley confronted him head-on, but Ramiel was so quick that he was able to parry each of Isley’s attacks while ducking or spinning from Nuriel’s own. Back at Sanctuary Nuriel had often faced off against multiple opponents in sparring matches. Still, that hadn’t prepared her for Ramiel’s might. The man was just too quick and too strong. And truth be told, Isley was just getting in her way.
Nuriel snarled as she struck in again, flaring her Caliber, trying to siphon every ounce of speed and strength she could. Ramiel shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding her blow, but simultaneously catching Isley on the shoulder with his hammer. The impact was tremendous, and Isley faltered for just a second as the blow shifted him on his feet. That brief moment was all the time Ramiel needed to spin and deliver a swift strike dead-center to Isley’s breastplate. His hammer impacted Isley’s chest with thunderous force and Isley was sent flying back some twenty feet where he landed on his back. Nuriel thought she caught a glimpse of blood spraying from his mouth as he landed. Star-metal was unbreakable, but the body of a Saint was not. Even protected within that obsidian shell Nuriel knew a blow that powerful could shatter bones or even kill. Isley didn’t move, his body was limp upon the ground.
Nuriel had little time to contemplate the fate of her mentor. Ramiel spun around, his hammer whirling, putting her on the defensive. Nuriel brought her sword in close, moving it in swift, deft motions against Ramiel’s blows. Each strike was tremendous, and with every parry Nuriel could feel her footing and her sword motions getting ever so slightly away from her.
Ramiel came in at her, his hammer falling quickly toward her head. She ducked right, letting her own momentum raise her left leg as she brought her star-metal boot right into his side. Ramiel fell back a step from the impact, giving Nuriel the second she needed to spin herself back up to her feet, her sword up and ready for a swift thrust. Unfortunately Ramiel was already ahead of her, and before she could react, he flared his Caliber a brilliant gold as he brought his hammer down upon the ground.
Rock and stone were thrown into the air as a tremendous shockwave sundered the earth in a straight line right toward her. She back-flipped to gain some ground and then extended her sword in front of her defensively. She shined her Caliber brilliantly against the concussive wave that washed over her, spraying her with sundered earth. She had to turn her head slightly to avoid getting hit in the eyes with dirt. By the time she was looking ahead Ramiel was already upon her, his warhammer coming right for her face.
She ducked
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