[Deicide]

Curseing under her breath, the wolven is already ducking to the side as he starts the attack, but this time she has less warning and it all Kassandra can do not to wince as the others black slashing down the edge of her ear and scores across the right cheek of that snow right cheek before the graceful creatures body completes its spin, the huge sword of Heavens forging riseing up to meet his own and prevent further damage.

It seems they are back where they began, except now two small trickles of blood trickle past eyes that seem to glow with hells own rage, not for damage done, but for pride injured. And angels take there pride quite seriously...

This will get us nowhere! He wants to fight with agility..

Glareing, she raises herself against the meeting blades with an ease calculated to agravate, before leaping backwards, into the air with reckless abandon. Those torn wings spouting bloodily from her back afresh and seeming to catch, to pull her higher, up in shear nothinginess. The she-wolf castes a baleful look downwards before 'letting go' of the air and plummeting, head over paws, form shifting as she becomes a white ball of undefined fur and light that hits the ice with a violent impact that raises clouds and forces cracks into the formerly perfect surface.
Looming, claws scrapping easy purchase on slick ice, the massive shadow comes hurtiling out from the ice shard cloud within mere seconds, huge fangs bared as powerful musles move smoothly under a pelt that blends in earily well with the current surroundings but for a few flecks of blood.. Now fully beast, the fallen acts accordingly, fully in control yet hurtling foward at breakneck pace and allowing savage growls to rip through the threatening maw.

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