Fréa tilts her head and grins.
"'Malacin.' Even your name represents demonic influence and violence." she replies. "But for what it's worth, you have the honor of being slain by Fréa Trilmik Winry, of the Powers of Heaven and leader of the 6th Division of the Revelations Crusaders." she introduces, her tracing a blazing line of energy across Malacin's chest.
"Lucifer bellow, even your name sounds pretentious." Malacin snarked, dodging out of the way with a hop to her back foot, before going low and slicing the woman's abdomen with her javelin, imbuing corruption into the weapon. It would most likely get infected now.
Fréa winces, but knew her new, increased regeneration would deal with the worst of the wound.
"Oh shut up, black-blooded freak." she snarls, jamming her spear into Malacin's shoulder and leaving it there, summoning a pair of daggers connected by a chain.
Malacin smirked and pulled the spear out, breaking it over her knee and leaving it on the ground. "Oh wow, really delving into that territory, huh love?" She laughed coldly, barely wincing at the pain.
Fréa chuckles. "Go ahead, break another one. You'll get a nasty surprise."
"I'm not your 'love,' you demonic piece of shit." she growls, throwing one side of her weapon through Malacin's guard, wrapping the magically elongating chain around her a few times before yanking the demon lady close and driving the other dagger through Malacin's side.
Malacin yelped at the intrusion in her side but used this closeness to drive her greatsword into Frea's stomach, twisting it to make sure it went through. "Love is love, there's really no need to be that harsh."
Fréa gasps and grins, spitting her golden blood onto the demon's mask.
"Even if your 'love' is one-sided and twisted?" she asks, dragging the dagger through the demon's side and out the back, damaging one of her kidneys.
"Fuck!" Malacin hissed, eyes clenching shut for a half a second before opening, this time with pure fury in her eyes. "First you insult my children, then you insult my ability to love? I thought angels were supposed to be all nice, maybe you aren't the angel you think you are."
"Oh, I never said anything regarding your ability to love, all I said is that your love is twisted." Fréa smirks.
"We're nice to God's followers, not demons. The least we can do for demons is offer a quick - but not painless - death."
"And what would make you think my love is twisted? Have you ever experienced it? I think not, little Angel." Malacin summoned a dagger and plunged it into the side of Frea's upper arm.
"I've seen how you demons express your love; it's with scars and violence." Fréa snarls, gritting her teeth againts the pain.
She spreads her wings and flexes them, powerfully, the resultant burst of wind creating a barrier seperating them from the rest of the battle.
Fréa twists away, her fingers hooking against something. She pulls, and looks down at her hand to see Malacin's mask. She tosses it away, looking at. . . at. . .
She shook her head, confused. "But- wait. No. It isn't possible for angels to become demons and have children."
Malacin was a dark skinned woman, with red markings all over her body, wrapping up her neck in tendrils. Her mask and hair had covered many of her defining features, including her horns, but once the mask was tossed away, one could see just who Malacin was, a half demon.
Fréa shakes her head, clearing it. "No, you're just an impure half-blood. No angels blood in you."
"Come at me again." she challenges, holding her chain daggers steady and in seperate offensive and defensive positions.
"Oh for fucks sake, I bet you aren't any better!" Malacin ducked bellow Frea, headbutting her chin and knocking her helmet off. "See, half-blood, just like me."
Fréa glares.
Sure enough, angelic runes and sigils were inscribed in gold ink across her face, scrolling gracefully down her neck, spelling out exactly what she was destined for in her life.
"I may be a half-blood, but I don't damn my own kind to their own fates." she snaps, bringing an elbow covered in brightsteel down on the back of Malacin's neck, knocking her to the ground, allowing Fréa to fall back.
Malacin fell to the ground, looking up as she attempted to read the runes and sigils on the other's face, trying to figure out what exactly this woman, this brutal, amazing, horrible woman was destined for.
Fréa looks down at Malacin imperiously.
"Read these marks well, woman and remember: I am destined to be of the highest ranks of the Middle Choir. I am destined to be a Dominion, one of those who decides the fate of this world." she snaps. "Remember who I am when I send your soul screaming back to your God forsaken master."
But she didn't strike just yet. Not while Malacin was prone.
Malacin smiled sadly, before whistling loudly. As soon as she made the noise, a large group of demons swarmed the area where they were, hoisting Malacin up and retreating, but not without throwing another dagger, aimed at Frea's neck.
Fréa dodges easily.
She says a soft word, and a rod of lightning appears in the air, hovering, before going straight for Malacin's heart.
One of Malacin's men dives infront of it, heroically taking the strike to his own heart, letting Malacin and the rest of her troop to retreat safely into the distance, far enough away to where Frea couldn't get them.
Fréa watches the demons escape, dispelling her twin daggers with a huff. The toll of the battle finally catches up with her, and she winces, clutching her shoulder and gut.
She was pooting golden ichor, which stained the ground and made it blossom with strange flora.
Her regeneration factor wasn't helping her much, but it was enough to keep her standing.
She stumbles out, and summons her swords again, losing herself in the heat of the battle, not stopping until the entirety of the enemy's forces were dead behind her. She was panting, hard, but she spreads her wings and takes flight, summoning thousands of slivers of holy light, sending the crashing down to the battlefield below, to neutralize any targets left.
(Bump)
(Sprry mate, I don't have access to my laptopmwith notwbooknon it atm, so I can't so shit rn )
(Ah, lol; it's all cool, I saw you online and thought I'd nudge this. no worries tho!)