Uriel was shocked to see Michael actually attacking him. However, at the moment ins instincts were working on full force. This definitely wasn't the first time he'd had to fight somebody to fulfill his duties.
He stepped side to avoid Michael's sword, silently hoping Michael would come to his senses and let him do what he had to. However, as the other's sword then clashed with his as he spun to defend himself, it was rather clear that wouldn't work.
"Don't do this, Michael," he pleaded quietly, trying to convince the other with his eyes. "Don't do this to yourself and Raphael."
The only response he got was a wound on his side as he just barely managed to avoid worse damage from Michael's lip. He bit his lip. He would have to end this quickly, or he wouldn't Fell Raphael in this corporation. If at all. Unholy weapons could kill an angel permanently, after all; perhaps holy weapons could do the same. He was good enough of a warrior, and the sword obeyed him like it'd been a part of his body, but he wasn't Michael. He hadn't fought with the Adversary and won. He couldn't fight this battle this way, either.
It pained him, but he had no other choice. Besides, by doing this Michael had gone against His will, and they both knew it. Allowing his eyes to slide completely to the level of Presence, he saw the light cord leaving Michael's aura. The holy flames around Michael's sword were still visible to him even though the sword wasn't, and he thus managed to avoid any further damage as he stepped to the side.
And aimed.
And struck.
Suddenly, there was no Presence. None at all. Not around Michael -- and not around himself. It hurt.
With a pained cry he stepped back, the sword dropping from his suddenly nerveless fingers.
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:54 am (UTC)He stepped side to avoid Michael's sword, silently hoping Michael would come to his senses and let him do what he had to. However, as the other's sword then clashed with his as he spun to defend himself, it was rather clear that wouldn't work.
"Don't do this, Michael," he pleaded quietly, trying to convince the other with his eyes. "Don't do this to yourself and Raphael."
The only response he got was a wound on his side as he just barely managed to avoid worse damage from Michael's lip. He bit his lip. He would have to end this quickly, or he wouldn't Fell Raphael in this corporation. If at all. Unholy weapons could kill an angel permanently, after all; perhaps holy weapons could do the same. He was good enough of a warrior, and the sword obeyed him like it'd been a part of his body, but he wasn't Michael. He hadn't fought with the Adversary and won. He couldn't fight this battle this way, either.
It pained him, but he had no other choice. Besides, by doing this Michael had gone against His will, and they both knew it. Allowing his eyes to slide completely to the level of Presence, he saw the light cord leaving Michael's aura. The holy flames around Michael's sword were still visible to him even though the sword wasn't, and he thus managed to avoid any further damage as he stepped to the side.
And aimed.
And struck.
Suddenly, there was no Presence. None at all. Not around Michael -- and not around himself. It hurt.
With a pained cry he stepped back, the sword dropping from his suddenly nerveless fingers.