Sigrim the Warrior Priest's Story

Sigrim stood in a desolate city, it was night and the only light was from the moon and the small fires that spread throughout the streets. A zombie fell to the ground, its head smashed by Sigrim's hammer as it unsuccessfully had tried to make him its meal. Sigrim looked on at the crowd of zombies in the street ahead, they were in the way of his goal. To find Morgoth and bring vengeance upon him for destroying his Order and bringing the world to what is now. The horde took notice of him and some started running at him while others limped, the divine warrior raised him hammer reciting a prayer. "Gods of War, fill my hammer with your might!" His hammer glowed bright like a sun, he swung hard, completely smashing through a zombies body.

Raphael just barely took notice of the young girl that ran past him as he continued in his onslaught. He watched her idly for a moment, before returning his gaze back to the matter at hand, his sword seeming to move by itself, acting as a part of him as it danced in deadly arcs all around. The blade tore through another and he found himself with a break in the swarm.

He suddenly glanced up again, his attention drawn back towards the girl, she had fallen. At this rate, of course the zombies were indeed focused on him, but no doubt they'd soon find her to be an easier target. He had to do something to help them both, besides, this was almost becoming too great of a challenge for the man alone. Allowing a slight smirk to cross his face he twirled the hilt in his hands, reversing his grip on the sword before shoving it back into it's scabbard, the act looking almost as if he had stabbed himself. Carefully now he eyed the mob that formed a barrier around him and held up his hands before him. "Night night," he said quietly.

Suddenly a massive shock wave tore out in a 360 degree arc around the dark angel. A blue hue followed it as it made its way outwards, growing larger the further it went. Upon touching the creatures, they incinerated on the spot, their cries of agony continuously filling the streets as all around him, the mob of undead creatures was replaced with piles of ash and bloodied corpses. He straightened, dusting himself off before looking to the girl again. She had gotten up. He quickly navigated the rows of bodies as he moved towards her, and thought that in the corner of his eye, he saw another man, some sort of iron clad warrior. I'll find out what he wanted later, thought Raphael as he approached the girl.

He looked on her as he walked up casually, as if nothing in the world was wrong. "Hmm," he said aloud, "judging from the aura you give off, I can only assume you to be an angel? Bah, and what might an angel be doing in a hellish place like this?"

He cocked his head to one side, tapping the hilt of his sword with a single finger, waiting for her response.