Let's Get to Work

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Angel turned off the fire and shined as if she had just polished and cleaned her attire moments before. This was because of ruins placed within her clothes and armor which, instead incinerating under the intense flames like normal armor and clothes, it would stay untouched by her own attacks. She removed the net quickly and threw it over one of the now disabled Raiders with a smile.

"Thanks.", Angel said with her actual voice rather then her mind.

The battle was far from over yet. As some raider decided to abandon their comrades and head to the "exit" at the other side of the cavern, Some others decided to charge at the two warriors in hopes to outnumber and dispatch them. Angel decided it was enough of this "play". She decided to up the pain and speed this up as there was only so long their ambush would confuse the Raiders. With that, Angel brandished two flame whips and looked at her charging opponents with dangerous intent.

"Contages , Basium a Incendia a Aestuo , Vestri Pectus Pectoris , Vestri Nex , Vestri Poena..."

With that spell, Angel's flame whips now had blue tips and the Raiders would soon know what that meant. With that done, Angel flung her whip upon a human raider wielding a spear and when the tip brushed the man's chest, he bursted into a blue flame for a split second, charring him enough for injury but not death. This would insure her attacks would do enough to stop them. With one more down, Angel had many to get to so she sprung into action.

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Well, she certainly was shiny now wasn't she?

"Of course." His reply was short and curt, just as his nod was.  He was still focused on the battle, his mind was reaching out, looking, searching, ensuring that they were safe. He didn't like the idea of people sneaking up on him and Angel, or any of those...creatures that the raiders were keeping here. He had to wonder about the goblin, and the beast that was somewhere in here.

His halberd was hefted as the men decided to charge at them, and he could only laugh at them. Fools. Such idiotic fools. Angel was doing something, but he had stopped paying attention for the time being. He was focused on the attack, assessing the situation, his mind working at incredible speeds now as he waited for the right moment. Angel had done something, her whips were now quite a bit more...fierce. "Try not to hit me with those will you?" He asked her as he noted one of the men burst into flame for a second before falling. She really liked her magic, he only wished that she would use a sword like a traditional knight.

He wondered how good she could really be with one, if all she did was use magic.

No matter, it was time for him to act. He rushed into the fray, careful to avoid Angel's little flame whips. He headed straight for the minotaur looking fellow, one who held a rather large hammer in his hands. Okay...this would be interesting. He decided to use the blunt end of the halberd, using it to strike the minotaur in the head several times. The minotaur was strong, but it was very slow, Paenloch was good, but he wasn't that good. He was a little slow in drawing back, giving the minotaur time to smack Paenloch rather soundly in the side. Once more...Paenloch's mind was quick to shut pain off...but he was pretty sure his ribs had been broken. That was alright though, as long as he kept the pain shut off, he would still fight.

He could heal later.

Right now, he turned his Halberd around, and simply stuck the sharp tip right through the minotaur's neck before slicing it sideways. A thick spout of blood shot from the beast's neck and mouth as it dropped the large hammer, clutching at the new wound. This would be one raider that wouldn't be getting back up. Using a running start, and his halberd to vault him forward, Paenloch struck the beast's chest with his feet, sending it reeling back into three raiders, all of them collapsing together in a mess of men and minotaur.

Hmph, good riddance.

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Angel would be impressed in Paenloch's feats of battle but was too busy to notice such things. She was burning up some raiders, one at a time, with her "dance". Her whips flinging about and tearing the men apart one by one but managing to keep them alive for the time being. She was talented, that is how she became a knight, but she was no God. Her focus was on the warriors she was attacking which left her open from behind.

"Shi...", She muffled a curse as a large man with metal gauntlets hammer-fisted her side brutally so.

Her armor under her cloths only protected her so much as the wing was blasted out of her body, the impact flinging her across the ground for some distance. Her whips had dissipated and in charged the hammering man and she acted fast, picking up a small Estoc a fallen raider was using to shield and deflect the man's attack. She flipped up quickly only to have the behemoth of a man charge at her once again...but he forgot what an Estoc was used for. One swift thrust, Angel's new weapon pierced straight through the man's metal hands before coming out of his elbow on the other side. With a flick of her finger against the handle of her blade, The man blew up in a blaze of fire, not being as lucky as the others before him. He fell dead onto the floor in a thud and Angel drew the Estoc from his lifeless body.

"Whips are leaving me open...I have no choice.", She said as she lit the blade aflame in an instant.

She entered a standing fencing pose and looked at even more men charging upon her. She couldn't play around anymore. Their numbers were insane and they weren't without their talents. Trying to keep them ALL alive was out of the question. She sighed at that fact and focused her stance. This battle was only just getting started and she was certainly going to have more serious wounds then this before the day was over...

"You ok? I don't mean to check on you but I care about my partners in battle. Alert me if you need aid Paenloch, not saying you do of course.", She said with a mental smile and a playful tone to her voice.

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At least he knew she wasn't invincible. He had wondered for a while there if he was actually needed here. She seemed to be rather impressive in battle, and her ability to keep them at bay was quite good. Though, she had been under that net, which seemed to hamper a lot of things, but maybe she wouldn't have ended up that way if he hadn't been here. It was too hard to know, considering things have already been set in motion. It wasn't as if he knew the past and the future and could just see alternate realities. Oh if only he were that good of a psychic.

He was unfortunately too pre-occupied to really help her with the large man who was attacking her.

Then she did that most annoying thing again.

Offered him aid.

His eye twitched slightly as she let him hear the thought, so playful, almost as if she were smiling. Was she mocking him? It was a good possibility. It made his anger rise to the surface though, and he just wanted to smack her for it. He need help from her?  As if. He would never need help from anyone, he was Paenloch. A prideful man that wouldn't ask for help, even if he were dying in front of a holy man with the power to save him. "I'd worry about yourself, delicate flower, before worrying about me. I am able to handle such exquisite pain." He shot back to her, his tone slightly cold. She offered him aid. It was...disgusting to think about.

He didn't have much time to think about that as volley of arrows came out of nowhere. He was only lucky that he had managed to pick up the thoughts of an elf leading three people with crossbows and compound bows. He would never be able to take them out from where he was, so he simply dropped to behind the large minotaur body, the men underneath were unconscious now from lack of air. He managed to pull the body in a way that it would free them, and protect him from arrows. It was so he could work. They were waiting, he could feel their tension from here, the fear, the excitement, the blood lust.

That was his key. He forced his way into their minds, save for the Elf who seemed to have a stronger mind than the humans he commanded. That was alright. Slowly, enticing out the blood lust with thoughts of killing his superior, the man fired a bolt straight through the Elf's neck. Surprise was apparent on his face as he dropped to the ground, clutching at his neck. The other two turned to their companion, and a small battle began, and ended rather quickly as the two used short swords to kill their traitor of a companion. While that was happening, Paenloch was there, halberd in hand to finish up the two with a couple of quick swipes of the weapon.

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Angel continued her attack on the men as arrows were fired upon her as well. These fools didn't know how to fight a fire mage...firing wooden arrows so foolishly. With a snap of her free hand, the arrows were reduced to ashes before she charged at the men firing arrows at her. With a few quick slashed and thrusts, she was upon them, her flaming sword burning through their armor and bows quickly. One man pulled out a sword and attempted to attack Angel with it. A parry and a dodge later, Angel was at the man's back and thrusted her Estoc into the man's back, blasting flames from his now open chest as his comrades on the other side, killing them all.

"I tried to make this assault have little casualties but we can't sacrifice our own safety to keep them alive...", Angel thought to Paenloch with a seriousness that only spoke the truth.

Angel then continued her assault but was halted when she heard a roar. Wonderful...She found the large beast that Paenloch had warned her about. It was across the cavern, staring at both Paenloch and Angel with fangs and claws drawn. Angel looked over to Paenloch and put on a..."Well!?", face. He said he'd deal with the creature without Angel having the need to burn it to ashes. She wouldn't return to battle though until she knew which of them was going to battle the thing...

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At least she was able to keep the arrows at bay. Sure, he couldn't do anything as fancy as simply burn them out of the air...but he could mess with their minds, he could screw with their brains and make them miss, but he couldn't really affect the arrows that much. Unless he knocked them off course with a strong blast of psychic energy. Still, he couldn't do that all the time, she seemed to be able to hold her own against wooden arrows. He could only imagine if they were using cross bow bolts made of metal. That would hurt. Heating up the steel of the bolt would probably make it go through your armour and what not quicker.

He almost purred at the idea, just imagine how many emotions would be going through her head if that happened. How many emotions would be in the air that he could eat.

"Oh yes, let's not try to keep them alive if it means we won't be. I won't lose my life to one of these things." Paenloch muttered back to her as he ducked under a sword before putting his halberd through a man's shoulder blade. They didn't realize that a halberd could be long or short distances.

"Yes, I see it. I'll handle it." Paenloch said as he turned his attention toward the beast. It was like...a wolf had been bred with a tiger and a lion at the same time. It was massive, and it looked angry. It had lots of marks on it, scars and old wounds, obviously it had been tortured to some degree to train it...or at least, force it to not attack them. Paenloch had a plan of course. The creature gave a growl, and Paenloch stepped up. Amidst the chaos and the battle around him...he ignored the people about him. Right now as far as he was concerned, there was only him and the beast. He reached his mind out, enveloping the beasts mind to overpower it to some degree.

He didn't want to break the mind...but he wanted the creature to know that he was not an enemy. The glowing veins pulsed and pulsed as he reached his hand out toward it and focused on it. His hand touched the creature's head, and the connection was made. "Run. Fight those who hurt you." He spoke in a hushed tone. The creature, now viewing Angel and Paenloch as friends, darted off toward back into the tunnels. There was screaming, fear, and confusion. Paenloch took a deep breath and grinned.

"If I do this every day, I'll get fat." He commented to himself, chuckling before rejoining the battle to start attacking raiders.

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Now there was one less opponent to death with...well more then one as the monster ran through the tunnels killing raiders left and right. Their numbers went from high to low in a matter of moments and the ambush was a success, at least in Angel's eyes for the time being. This was going well but being cocky was the last thing in Angel's mind at the moment because it only took one opponent to kill a warrior.

Angel jumped back into the fray, her hands burning up from anticipation. Her body erupted for a moment like an explosion, pouring flames down a tunnel of the cavern, filling one side of the walls to the other full of intense flames. She thought it was about time she stopped playing around and as long as Paenloch was not in front of her flames, she could stop holding back. Enough with the parlor tricks...She needed to think about ended this as soon as possible.

"Having fun yet Paenloch?", Angel thought with a smile before throwing waves of flames at her opponents as they ran around trying to avoid them.

Her body felt amazing when it was expelling all of those flames from her body. She held her body in one place as she assaulted all those around her beside Paenloch of course. She was very focused now on all around her as Raiders either fled from her flames or tried to break through for an attack only to be met with an intense heat. It didn't take much to stop those who weren't prepared to battle someone with magic or had the talents to do so.

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At least his mind was still as strong as ever.

Angel's power was not one to question either. The flames that began to pour from her were quite impressive, they were very intense and he could barely get near to her. He decided he wasn't going to get near to her, he was just going to stay behind her as she started throwing flames. This wasn't battle. This wasn't even close to battle. He almost felt...sickened by the woman in front of him. When it came to fighting, it was an art form, it was about honour, it was about the test of strength against your opponent. The battle of life and death.

This though...

"Not really. This is a slaughter. On the one hand it's sexy, on the other...it's very...terrible. This was cowardice, plain and simple. Getting things done faster? It was fear. It wasn't the fear that everyone knew of course, but she had grown fat on having her magic powers, on being able to simple defeat a person by snapping a finger and having them burst into flame. Was he guilty of the same thing? Sure to a degree, he put people to sleep all the time with his psychic abilities, but this was just...this wasn't even close to being a fight.

Paenloch leaned onto his halberd as he watched her with mild disgust. He was a creature who tortured people mentally and physically. This however, didn't even same at all fair to them. Not to mention she had wanted to, at first just subdue them, but now she just wanted to kill them all. Conflict was abound, and he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Maybe he just was jealous that she was getting all the fun. After all, she had wanted his help, but now she was just...shooting fire everywhere.

He wondered idly if this would drain her completely soon. After all, wasn't there a limit to magic? Didn't it wear you down? He wasn't sure of magic really, but he was sure that it had some sort of limit. He'd find out though wouldn't he?