Cursed Angels

"ahh I see you have some sword skills but you still have alot to learn" abaross said while he bled on the ground and he took his sword and stabed Uriel in the stomache

 

Uriel collapsed, "You got me."

 

"Ohh no not yet your not that weak no up on your feat"

 

Uriel stood up, "Well there goes my element of surprise....or does it." The real Uriel was behind Abaross and stabbed him in the stomach, "What's wrong, you can't tell the difference between an illusion and a real angel."

 

The once image of abaross fade away revalling it was only a shadow
"I see you have trouble to, I knew you wouldnt leave yourself open"
Abaross said as he came out of the shadows
" so since neither one of us as sastaind a wound lets quite the tricks and have a good old afashion sword fight man to man" Abaross replied

 

"Sounds fine with me."

 

"alright " Abaross said as he walked in front of Uriel and put his sword up in the air declaring a duel

 

Uriel did the same, "A demon with honor? I'm impressed."

 

"thanks" he said as he backed up getting ready for one of his most difficult battle yet

 

Uriel waited for Abaross to make the first move. He had fought demons before but this guy could possibly be his equal.

 

(( Is it still possible for me to join in on this rp ))

 

Abaross was examining Uriel trying to size him up, Then Abaross lunged towards Uriel with his sword in a thrust position

 

would it be possible for me to join this rp

 

I guess you will just have to as demon of darkness

 

>But this is'nt my RP. I can't decide.<

Uriel blocked his attack and jumped in the air. Uriel lunged from the air with his sword pointed toward Abaross's head.

 

Name: Metatron
Race: Angel
Looks:
Personality: He is a nice man and known as the Scribe in heaven for he knows and has recorded all of history.
Weapon: His cube that is made of his very soul and a book of magics.
Age: almost as old as G-d himself
Abilities: Teleportation, flight, control over elements, controls the flower of life which creates things things out of a 4D cube.
Spells: His wide array of magics known to both angels and demons and some he created himself
Background: Metatron is one of the oldest angels and his name means "lesser YHVH," apparently deriving from Exodus 23:21, which mentions an angel of whom G-d says "My name [understood as YHVH, the usual divine Proper Name] is in him." He was given the title 'Prince of the World when G-d transferred the title from Michael to Metatron
("This Enoch, whose flesh was turned to flame, his veins to fire, his eye-lashes to flashes of lightning, his eye-balls to flaming torches, and whom G-d placed on a throne next to the throne of glory, received after this heavenly transformation the name Metatron.")

 

Crimson put her sword back into its sheeth. There wouldnt be a fight for her just yet

"As you know i am alone" She answered. She had always being a rou-ge serving for the purpose of God.

 

Crimson looked at his hand reluctantly, but she knew as long as god was with her in spirit no harm may come to her

She took his hand and gave one firm shake.

"I have much to ask you." She said