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=Gasping with kicks of struggle diminishing, Vage began to recover from the sustained injury administered to his throat. Gasping fits of panting still echoed from his helmet. While the dust cleared, his eyes shifted about, his vision was blurred momentarily. When his vision refocused, something around him became amiss. If it weren't for the faint glowing of eyes from a visor, Vage would have completely over looked the Stratian armor staring him down like a wolf about to move in on a kill, and it was just that. The ionic charge of a photon blade sounded, and when it did the red Stratian eniknight that was lurking in the darkness from the floor above, jumped down, with an orange glowing blade of fire swinging down, racing the attacker towards Vage=
(> Oh shit..
=Vage says as he rolls to his right, narrowly escaping the cleaving blade that gashed the rubble that was behind his head, but he was far from safe. The Stratian eniknight ignited it's wings to aid in doing a near 360 degree turn, turning the act of pulling back her blade into another swing towards Vage, who had rolled on his chest, and desperately pushed himself up on his feet in time, again narrowly missing the downward swing that rained down on him. Vage stepped back and attempted to grab his own photon blade while the attacker ripped her blade upwards, more so for preparation for her next swing. The Stratian eniknight swung her blade back behind her head to wheel her right swinging arm around for a cross slash from right to left at the ANGEL's ribs, again Vage narrowly misses by jumping back. The Stratian anticipated this evasion and stepped forward with her swinging arm extended across her torso, lining herself up perfectly for a back swing to decapitate the ANGEL, but alas Vage hit the boosters on his wings nd boosted back across the ruins of the office room, shattering any remnants of office cubicles that was within his path.
These evasions only pissed Aster off as she too boosted at Vage who opted to fly backwards into a wall. Aster held her blade out behind her, dragging the tip to the floor, her left elbow abreast of her like a tip of a spear. Vage seen the fury of hell that is the Stratian eniknight fly at him, the dragging blade, wheeling up behind her, cocking back for another attempted killing blow at him. Vages right arm plunges down to his left hip and grabs the handle of his photon blade, and rips it upward charging it as fast as he reached for it. The split second Vage's blade raised to eye level, the orange Stratian blade crashed down upon it.
The two were now locked in a power struggle, both their arms tensing to overpower the other, the loser risking a sustained killing blow by the victor. The reflection of the other's armor cladded face reflected upon the other's visor as they clashed in strength. Light from the blades being the only thing illuminating them in the darkness giving their surroundings a violent tinted hue.