Dradiro watched as his most precious friend hit the floor.  The clattering of her blades against the crude stone of this filthy floor.  He felt the heat in the room rise, most would be starting to sweat.  The guards began tugging at their armor, ripping off their helmets.  Dradiro held out his hand, Astra’s voice echoing into the room now.  “You should feel BLESSED to hold me in your young filthy hand!”  Loose objects vibrating from the boom of the Souba’s voice.<br/><br/>Astra came off the ground and was in Dradiro’s hand in a flash of speed all but maybe Aryel missed.  “I told you what would happen the next time you cross me didn’t I?”  He gave Aryel an angered questioning look.<br/><br/>Pale fingers wrapping around that familiar hilt, a pissed off dragon goddess.  ‘You know what I want, give it to me.’  Astra rang for only Dradiro to hear.<br/><br/>Icy hues turned away from Aryel, on to Gabiriel.  Then he saw her wing their; she practically offered it in sacrifice to Astra.  He swept the souba back, her blade pointed behind him.  “Silly angels.”  Was all he said.<br/><br/>He flipped the blade of Astra around, darting in with what was possibly a blur of speed.  His hand came up, sweeping out left to catch the bottom of her wing just above her shoulder.  Turning his body as to push the farther part of her wing away from Gabiriel, as he came up through her wing with the dual blade katana he spun.  Coming around he aimed for the humanized angel’s neck with Astra’s blades.<br/><br/>He stood just inside Aryel’s wing, she had barely separated from it, not quite fully recoiled.  His empty hand turned, palm towards her.  He sent a heavy blast of what felt like a heated cannon ball into her abdomen.  He wondered if she could actually dodge it, but it wasn’t very likely, especially after losing a wing.  “Fucking understand who you deal with girl!”  Dradiro yells back.<br/><br/>That same hand went back and snatched the now detached wing from his back and pulled it around.  Feigning a look of examination on the wing he moved back to the throne.  Imbuing the wing with magic he placed it against the Abyssal Obsidian stone.  The wing stuck to it, another pair of wings sprouting forth, Gabiriel’s.  “This belongs to me now.”  Dradiro’s voice cold and empty.  The wings disappeared, appearing absorbed by the throne.