Claude knocked aside Aris's wooden sword with his bare left hand, before pushing past and grabbing the angel's neck. He groaned slightly as Nathaniel's claws slashed his flesh, but his sword still swung towards where Nathaniel dodged, slicing into Nathaniel's shadowy body. Smoke poured out from the injury, flowing and dispersing in the air.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Die,</span>" he growled. The hand around Aris's neck squeezed tighter, and he pulled back his sword again to strike Nathaniel.<br/><br/>*CLANG*<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">You wear the legacy of the dead like the skin of an animal,</span>" growled Capet with a hate like poisoned honey. He had parried the second hit on Nathaniel with a steel sword, courtesy of the soldier that stood beside him. "<span style="font-style: italic">Claude Early. How dare you.</span>"