Tch. Troublesome girl. With a slight tilt of wrist and articulation of fingers, a brief word and arcane gesture, a tendril of black wormed its way towards the girl. The Angel's presence had managed to reduce the effects of the toxins but nontheless, it had its intended result. The girl was rendered dumb for a few moments.<br/><br/>Stomping out into the moonlight, Pharos unsheathed his sword. "I see you Pharos. You are to be removed from existance as I have deemed your actions dangerous to Mortals. Perish in the Pit, Demon." His pursuer's voice rolled over the bleak landscape.<br/><br/>"Ha! Angel, my actions helps them. How else would the regain use of their limbs again? You just want to climb the ladder."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Tetramis ignored those foolish words, bringing Mumakui into a full circle. As it rotated, the sword began to glow violet. Sixteen swords flashed into existance around her, their tips pointing at the Demon. "Moonbeam rings, pierce." Violet rings appeared around these swords moving downwards and causing the blades to become narrower and sharper.<br/><br/>"I will kill you here." The blades lanced forward, seeking their target. Pharos was lifted up by the impact of the first blade, thrown upwards into the sky. Only the figure of a impaled humanoid was visible in the waning moonlight.<br/><br/>The rest of the blades stabbed him from all possible directions, sinking into the armor, only to reappear at the opposite side stained in black. As the assault of the blades ceased, the body fell to the ground, excavating a crater, with a gigantic plume of dust and debris.<br/><br/>Tetramis was slightly pleased, even though her face did not show it. She lifted Nite into an upright position after she landed. A small smile formed on her lips as a horrified shriek came from behind. Probably one of Pharos's followers. Now the Seals were saf- there was an unnatural gust which ripped across the plain, sending chunks of plaster flying. Before she could even turn, she jerked forward and collapsed on her side unceremoniously.<br/><br/>With a shaky voice she ended the sword's existance, "Moon- Sword- Dissintigrate..."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Pharos rose from the smoking crater, without a single scratch on the armor, execpt for a single blade buried in his sternum. He plucked the blade out and tossed it aside. Even as the blade clattered with its kind on the ground, the armor regenerated. "Ah, I have now truly tasted the Sky Lance technique perfected by the Frostier Bloodline. However, I need something more to sate my Hunger."<br/><br/>What surprised him was that she managed to get to her feet, the determination and hatred was blatantly displayed in her actions and eyes. "Then... I will-" She clutched the wound on her side, grunting in pain, "I will... feed you with as many swords as you want!" Sizteen swords formed again.<br/><br/>But Pharos said, "Now now, I allowed you to strike first so it would be fair to say that it is my turn. It's chow time!" The earth cracked, emitting strange symbols which pulsed with radiant light. The photons in the air solidified and gathered in a swirling orb in his left palm. The orb zipped forward and knocked the Angel down, detonating upon contact.<br/><br/>"C'mon! Angel! Where is your chivalry now?!" A laugh ripped from his throat, "you wanted to find me right? Right?! That's right! So now SMILE!!" The photons lifted her up into the air before dropping her onto the ground once again. He stopped to register his follower, Chromas.<br/><br/>"Now, you are going to have to entertain me for a bit more after you foiled me again and again. C'mon stand up and fight me Angel!"