Nationstatelandsville wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Then, we need to sneak through the city... And find that something..." Frederick said in between breaths as he tried to bring himself to stand despite his numb extremities, in what he thought of as the single hardest push-up in his whole life. Not entirely because he could barely feel his arms and feet, no, but also because the machine guns weren't exactly in a convenient position, though at least they offered solid support.
"Besides, if Uriel is not here, that means he cannot directly oppose us." He said after managing to stand up for a moment, before his legs gave in and he fell on his back. "We could somehow defeat or fool his army, which I'm sure would be much harder to do with Uriel himself." He continued, before making another effort to stand up.
"Stupid ophanim." He growled.
"Fuck's sake, you're making me feel numb." Ciel said, approaching from behind and offering, or rather, forcing the dragonslayer to take her shoulder for support, which helped matters somewhat, in that he was at least able to stand now. He was fairly sure the effect would wear off in no time, but so far, it was being a quite immense annoyance, and he was glad the ophan who did this was bitten to death.
"Anyway, if the army's actually being built, then maybe we can also stop that. Unless you meant that metaphorically. Fuck if I know. But whatever the case I'd say we need to move." She said to the others. "Be it escaping or killing everyone, I'd say we ought to do something already. There's a bunch of ophanim heading our way after all." She continued, before another thought came to her. "Lewis, did you say he's watching from below? Does that mean we can crash this thing into him?"
Lewis smirked, "I like the way ye' think."
"How could we do that?" Ostrowski said.
"We'd have to break the spells keeping it afloat," Aziraphale said, "They're runic in nature, kept somewhere secret and easily defensible. I should warn you, however, that they are ancient and powerful; I should expect tampering with them will piss off powers older than Uriel."
"Gotcha'," Lewis nodded, "I'm good at that."
"First things first," Aziraphale said, "this field must be selectively permeable. The angels need to get out somehow, and if Calliel and I cannot leave, then it is not open to the entire species. Sanchez being blocked at first and then permitted inside would suggest that someone is watching us and changing the spell at will; I doubt Uriel would trust that to anyone but himself. The question remains how he's seeing us. He must have some form of spell that can-"
Lewis casually threw his broken cane, spear-end first, over his shoulder. There was a scream, and an angel's corpse thudded to the ground.
"-or that guy," Lewis said.
"Or that guy," Aziraphale agreed.
"Where will the runes be?" Sanchez said, "We need to find them now."
"And the boy needs someone to fix him up," Lewis said.
"That is hardly priority," Sanchez replied.
"Oh? I think it is," Lewis said, "If he dies, then his bitch will probably get it in her mind to kill herself or some shit, and then we have an international crisis on our hands. Either way, Crowley's gonna' be pissed when he wakes if his favorite limey bit it."
"Well, I'm probably more like fourth or fifth favourite limey, to be honest," Sir Nilark clarified. "I'd imagine I'd be behind Patrick Stewart, Charles Dance, Len Hutton, and one of the Doctors, probably. But it's nice to know me having sex with Hilde is appreciated. Now then, would these runes give off some sort of emission you could track them with, like smoke billowing out from an old dreadnought or something?"
