"GOD DAMN IT, I TOLD EVERY AVAILABLE PERSON WITHOUT AN ESSENTIAL DUTY TO GET TO GOD DAMN CELL BLOCK E! I ONLY SEE ONE FUCKING PERSON THERE, AND HE'S ABOUT TO GET HIS ASS KICKED. GET. TO. FUCKING. CELL. BLOCK. E. NOW!! NOT WHEN YOU FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, FUCKING NOW!!!"
Axel winced, moving the comm unit out of his ear. Good grief. Dayne wailed like a banshee.
"Alright, already," he muttered, brows furrowed. The demons in the cells laughed and jeered.
"You really think you can stop the legion?" one of them sneered.
"No," Axel answered smoothly, removing his cap and releasing his lengthy white hair. Not seeing him without his hat before, the demons watched as the hair cascaded down his back in a decidedly pure fashion. At least before it twined itself together into a large white twist.
The white haired demon guard pulled on a pair of black gloves, flexing his fingers. "I just think I can actually do what I came here to."
Without notice, the end of the hair shot downward, extending so suddenly that the pressure drilled into the concrete ground. It retracted, bringing up a slab of the floor and they heaved it toward the blocked exit. He recalled his hair into a pliant, unassuming braid, and patted down the top.
Appearance was everything, after all.
Axel spared them all a glance and a gleeful grin. "Toodles," he said, throwing himself backward into the dark abyss and the cell blocks below.
Jace yanked his axe out of yet another decimated body. Most of the cell block had been torn apart, really. The lights were hanging down and flickering, the ventilation units were smashed in and the walls weren't really walls anymore. The gray eyed night elf replaced the axe onto his back, its twin having been unused thus far. He'd been plowing through and yet no sight of Axel. His main reason for even tagging along was the hope of finding the idiot and give him a sweet one over the head. If he couldn't find him, then break the place down until he did.
Heavy boots hardly made a sound over the ruckus going on all around Blackmarch. But something made him pause. There was something going on above, and coming closer. As if it were barreling its way to hell. The boom of something collapsing came closer and suddenly the floor beside him gaped wide, as if waiting on something. Without warning the ceiling broke through and something white shot through both openings, a wild, "YAHOO!" echoing into the darkness.
It sounded a bit too familiar. His body moved instantly, following the white dart into the depths of the prison; if he was right, then he had to move quickly before the floors closed up once more. He followed the path of the white bullet, watching as the white blur seemed to move in more than the one direction it was headed into. Putting his gift of perception to use, he looked a bit closer. The man --or he assumed it was -- wore the uniform of a prison guard.
Odd. Neither of the prison guards had this kind of ability. It was either arms or something electric. This person must be a higher up who'd been called to join in on the battle. Maybe after half a round he could beat some information out of him.
They had passed through ceilings and floors with reckless abandon -- at least until the person twisted and looked back at him.
Axel hadn't felt the presence at his back until he'd gotten to the lip of Cell Block C. At first when he was propelling himself toward the E Block, he had felt a bit excited that he finally had something to do worth his time. Then somewhere along the way, he felt absolutely devilish. Only if another night elf was present could one feel something like that. But this feelingwas more than devilish. It felt free; fun; it felt like nothing could stop him.
Jace.
No way. It really couldn't be. If anything, Jace should have been gone from the country by now.
Axel twisted mid-motion and looked back. Familiar red eyes glared back at him.
Shit, he thought, quickly covering part of his face with a few locks of hair. He couldn't afford to be seen. Not yet.
But he knew Jace. He never cared much for factions or gangs. Why would he join Legion?
Oh, what the hell, Axel thought with a grimace. He increased momentum, twisting his body hard enough to go faster. Just before he passed through another hole opened by his natural demonic ability to control earth elements, he flung his right hand backward to shut the ceiling just before the other could get to it.
Darkness metal met his vision as the D Block's floor mended itself and the lip of the E Block shut also.
That was too close for comfort.
Jace flipped quickly, landing on his feet before he landed face-first into the hard floor. He knew that ability anywhere. It was a night elf. Only they were capable of such easy elemental manipulation and channeling -- at least as far as he knew. Why would a Night Elf join the Church? As many of the demons he'd seen, there were only two others like him and neither were Axel, much to his ire. But no matter how many demons were masked as guards, not one was another night elf. Like other elves, they would never give themselves over.
So just who was that traitor?
Jace, in a fit of rage, slammed a fiery fist into the ground, leaving only a scorch mark. Trying to burn through concrete and metal took way too much time. Metal alone, he can do.
Looking around, Jace spotted the mangled exit and set to work.
Axel tore open yet another ceiling and then another floor. Looking through the second opening he spotted someone from the Church, surrounded by demons. Crap.
Stretching out another hand, he balled a fist. The floor around the Church operative came up and surrounded him. And without wasting much time, Axel flipped to turn upright, landing on top of the concrete mound, sitting Indian style.
"Whew," he said dramatically, pretending to wipe the sweat off his brow. "That was almost too close."
He looked around. "Damn, man," he said, patting the dome he sat on. "You sure know how to pick 'em... Three against one. I'll be damned."
He smiled wide,his green eyes aglow with a red hue.
