His armor selected and donned, Antonius took from the rack his newest sword, it was the mark of his station bestowed upon him when he was elevated to Archangel. It was exquisitely made as were all heaven's weapons. It was a hand and a half broadsword with the pummel of an angel silhouette wings pointed straight up above its head the grip was a fine leather dyed the beautiful deep blue that lined the case he had just looked in. The leather was further bound by a braided silver wire that wrapped from pummel to hilt. The hilt itself was also an angel silhouette, this one the head touched the grip its arms out wide and wings doing the same the wings acted as the guard the rest of the body made its way down the blade itself the angels were like the wire pure silver and shined in any light. The blade was simple, as it was straight and sharp. But the smith had seen fit to inlay the surface with veins of gold as though the angel had shot up from the tip leaving behind an etheral trail of gold wisps. Its scabbard was equally beautiful and hung from a gold chain that attached to his belt.<br/><br/>For the glamour and finery that was his weapon Antonius's armor was... underwhelming. It looked of base metal with no gilding or trim what so ever. However, once all pieces were placed and buckled faint runes could be seen glowing the light moving across the armor in a pattern. If one followed the pattern and knew the runes they would be able to read what it said, the were prayers of protection and strength written in the heavenly tongue. If the proper words were spoken the true strength of the armor would shine through.<br/><br/>Just then the cheribum appeared at the door, "My Lord, the angel Zefiriel is awaiting you outside the hall." Turning the cheribum "Thank you for bringing her, now, if you would be so kind as to escort her<strong>here</strong>that would be much better. We have little time as it is. What word do you have on the rest of my battalion?" The cheribum turned red as he realized what he had done, his distrust in the angel had led to him treating her as a lesser not fit to enter the hall, and his Lord had seen it. "Forgive me Lord, I second guessed..." "Do not worry, ever since the fall there have been seeds of doubt left in heaven. It is how we choose to face them that matters, you have chosen wisely." "Thank you Lord, the bulk of your men are here but a fwe of your captains are still far afield it may take some time for them to return." "Very well, go see to Zefiriel and we'll give the captains a few more hours, those who have not arrived by then will have to be redirected to Krum." As the Cheribum was leaving, "Hold a moment, give Zefiriel a short tour and perhaps a refreshment I need to speak with someone I shall return soon." With a quick bow of his head the cheribum left. Antonius turned and grabbed one final weapon from the armory attached it and went to his balcony.<br/><br/>He placed his helmet on his head spread his wings and leapt off the balcony and rocketed towards the Earth. There, he was still very distant but he knew the energy of his old sword well. Tucking his wings tighter Antonius dropped faster. Now he could see him, the human demonslayer, Tiberius. Tiberius's unique job has granted him a more precise sight and all things etheral are more substantial, Antonius pulled up and spread his wings to halt his descent, he had flown hard and fast his wings strained against the wind but he landed soundly though he kicked up quite the cloud of dust... or ash, Tiberius had been busy. "Tiberius!" Antonius called out, "Heaven is in need of you."