APACHE
I-impossible! What the hell, the rockets were being flung back at the helicopter. These were no humans, but monsters! Fear and panic overtook the seer, but despite the cold sweat and shivers, the pilot immediately took action and used his chopper's machine guns to mow down the missiles. The woman bit her nail, paler than paper moon white skin and sweat colder than the accursed Stalingrad.
For a second, the smallest split moment, hellfire and debris covered their sight. In that moment, their fate was sealed.
Vanguard
That man was truly terrifying, perhaps even more than the accursed magician. But it wasn't enough, none of this would ever be enough. Strength, skill, power, speed, all are obsolete before a God.
As the flames roared and raged before him, he saw the precious window of opportunity that ungodly warrior had created. A haunting ghost of a smile flashed on his face, and the shadows of flames met his own. Honestly, he didn't await the girl's answer, nor did he care either way. He ran across the rooftop, holding her like a weapon, and just as he reached the ledge, his stance shifted and lightning rippled through his entire body. All it took was a light step with the gentleness of a feather so send a terrifying force coursing through the building.
This wasn't merely strength, but an application of force related to polearms, a technique similar to those skilled in the casting of javelins. Applying himself upon the fork of his talon, using the fullest extent of his unbridled strength and skill, his stance and motions became one with the ledge that crumbled away as if it was sand scattered by a gentle breeze. Lightning screamed and danced around the girl, his bones and muscles screamed as they bulged and stretched beyond recognition.
Until finally releasing it all like a bow.
At that moment, in all but a few seconds, Meti became a lance of sure death. Her spine, her bones, her body, her sword, every part of her was missile shot straight for the helicopter's heart.