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The exchange of blades leaves a trailing spark as might be expected to be seen leaping through the primordial soup just before 'life' decided to take a chance. As the stranger lashes out with his foot, the Anomalists gauntlet bound left arm comes up and intercepts the blow. It might've been a crushing one, were it not for the strong metal of his gauntlet. The Anomalist, none the less, follows through with his errent blow before coming to a sharp halt before the flaming town.
Now, silihoutted before the flames he looks even more the fiend with black wings outstreatched. He turns to look over his shoulder, eyes smouldering with boiling darkness. He still smiles, sword at his side.
"Power and the aquisition there of is not an un-noble pursuit. We only ever deserve what we get...this is something I learned the hard way long ago. As for innocense..."
He turns back to the flames and gazes deep into them. The flames seem to leap under his gaze, forming horrible, diabolical images. A crackling of flame as dark as night leaps all about his robes as sparks of darkness reach out through the ground and wreath the flames with their touch. The Anomalist speaks without turning ot face his enemy.
"All innocense was burned away long, long ago."
He leaps into the flames with the same speed with which he attacked his enemy, and is lost amid that swirling maelstrom of riotus immolation. For a moment there is not a sound, and it seems that the black winged angel has given his life over to the pyre. Then something begins to shift and whine within the flames. They die down, slowly, then seem to build to an alarming degree at one point in the heart of the town. That point swells like a minature sunrise. Without warning it begins to lash about like a comet, a snakes tail trailing behind.
Sheathed in flame, a pair of eyes burning not with malice, but with pure lust for pain lock upon those of the stranger. Though wreathing himself in a gravitational barrier, the heat of the flames still reach the Anomalist, and are only barely cut down by the Holy Shadows ability to absourb light energy. As such, it is with a mixture of pain and killing instinct that drives the Anomalist to such break neck speeds as he hurtles on, a tidal wave of flame building in his wake.
His body breaks away from the flame as his speed increases, but he keeps on a dead set pathway...a collision course with the stranger. The flames the stranger himself had ignited become Anomaly's weapon of choice now, as manipulated by gravity they follow like errant children of some lost nether region. Leaping and roaring the flaming wall comes on as the Anomalist stops just before the stranger, blood drinking blade at the ready.
"Lets see what else can be burned away and purged, shall we?"
His image is engulfed by the on rushing wall of flame, but if clear he plans to attack, even while in the midst of that rolling fire storm. He makes a horizontal slice at his enemy, but doesn't stop there, charging forward with the flame to deliver a storm within the storm...a hail storm of blows and a rain of blades.
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