Ezekiel
"Attagirl.." An intense current of magical energy coursed in his body, accumulating energy and power while his wings grew larger and sharper, filled with dark power. No, something else was going on, his eyelids and wings began to creak and crack with light, fiery veins stretching gradually at its edges. Shadows began to envelop Forest in an encasing shell, to protect her from the eventual impact.
Hop...
Hop...
Hop...
Under this form, he began to hop over the empty air, bouncing over a cloud with small stationary jumps for a good number of seconds, releasing a light burst of fire from his toes every time he landed. He was just preparing himself, slowly...
An orange gleam lit up in his otherwise empty eyes as he decided on the optimal trajectory that would meet the least obstacles, and his grin turned ferocious as he had accumulated enough energy. He hopped one last time, his teeth clenched in a wicked smile as his foot landed one more time on the cloud...
"BLACK GOD PHANTOM!!"
The darkness and the flames melded and reacted one last time, and the resulting bust was simply too fast to even be observed. The sky was cleaved in a split second by a charge unlike anything before, four angelic wings straight from the depths of hell propelling him along with the flames under his feet, all culminating in a simple straight line charge faster than anything in existence.
In that one split second, they had already reached beyond the city, into the unknown outskirts where man feared to thread. No longer surrounded by man's creations and machinery, but a tall forest and a lake that expanded for miles.
The boom came afterwards, shocking the commoners who all stared in disbelief at the orange, purple blade scarring the sky, like a wishing comet that slowly faded just after birthing. But the scar in the now parted clouds was proof that this was no mere illusion. The burst that propelled the two was no longer something believable, but a feat closer to the ancient legends that were now forgotten.
