"It is me,"
Peter is tossed back from Sandel's burst of strength. Peter caught a fallen piece of wall pulling himself up, his gaze caught hers, and its unquestionable, she held that power, the virtue, it might have been given but its hers to hold and wield. Peter stood shaken but invigorated. This is mouth watering, the power coming from her made him shiver from it all.
"So, it is Sandel, what means you do with it now is futial,"
Peter staggered, stepping towards her with his eyes half closed, his shadow bussling around his arm his knife lingered in his hand, he straightens his posture, composing himself in front of such an overwhelming force.
"I've already won against you, dear,"
Sandel didn't react to his sharp words. She stood in place, watching with fire burning from the ends of her eyes. Peter walked up to her, checking his body,
"It won't heal back. Good shadow wrap around it,"
Wrapping around his wound, making a catch of sorts on his chest, Peter stepped up towards her, messing with his knife,
"Sandel, i will give you a moment to reconsider..."
Sandel stopped his by slamming her sword into the ground, causing the room to shake. Peter saw her move her virtue through the sword into the ground below them, Peter held himself focused on her pull out her sword, running to him,
"You know my answer,"
She slashed in the air before it could reach him. a shot of light rushed to him, and Peter morphed his body, moving away from it while running at Sandel,
"I already thought you would,"
Peter raised his knife, cutting into her side, but Sandel stopped it, grabbing it. Shoved his arm to the side, her sword gone in place of a dagger. Sandel cut into his side twirling around cutting into his neck, Peter didn't have enough time to react, raising his hand trying to take and or block the sharp blades, stabbing into his cutting him to sunder, his body is catching up with it from his shadow pulling his sacred skin together repairing them.
"Sandel, this won't work either,"
A slash went through his middle, like the one that went through his chest, he chocked on his breath, staring at Sandel with his voison starting to blur.
"She did it again, one big rush of her virtue,"
He stepped back feeling a buzz around him, he reached out for conjuring his shadow over the wound when he saw in the conner of his eye, her light she still cutting into him, small attacks he can heal but that last one still affected him, Peter waited for her to cut throught him again and she did, lunging at him aming for his neck, Perter kicked her stonach, Sandel stayed in place her arm holding onto his leg, she stared at him as he tried to get out of her grasp.
"While i was fighting them, they thought i wasn't strong enough to make them fall,"
Sandels grip tightened, her gaze burned, the pain. Realizing that they still thought she would be too weak to beat them. Thinking she's still the weak angel they saw a long time ago. Sandel felt him pull at his leg. With that darkness, he controls, prying her off of him. Sandel tilted her head, letting it take hold of her. It grasped her head, pulling on it when it stopped. Shrinking back to Peter, a bright fire burns around her, taking what tried to pull her away and scampered to him hiding. She wanted to make a point. Peter felt her shift to the side, and he tried to stay still,
"That's gone, Peter,"
His eyes widen when she filped him on to his back on the ground, Peter peered behind her seeing her standing on her own, her dagger shifting to her sword shining in her grasp, Peter moves to his back his body having that mist fall from him as he smiled at her,
"Not bad dear,"
He melted into the ground right when Sandel went to stab him, Sandel looked to where he faded away. She could see him move through the floor,
"Do all of them believe that this will give them the advantage,"
Sandel observed him waiting for him to be drawn out, the room shook with a pained whale. Peter materialized in front of her leaning over covered in burns. It must have been her virtue. Sandel saw the scowl on his hunching over in pain, glaring at her. Sandel hummed, steeping closer to him as he growled, having the burns pulse.
"That's why you did that to keep me from hiding?"
"Yes, i did. I thought you might do it but hoped for a better tactic. It's getting old. All of you did it,"
Peter went to get up, but Sandel stopped him, placing her sword to his neck, hindering him from even breathing. He glared at her, his breath caught in his neck, her sword close to piercing his neck,
"One move, and im sure your neck will be gone,"
Sandel told him, inching her sword to his neck, casting a glow, Peter sharpened his stare, moving his arm. Sandel snuck the blade to his neck, making it bleed. He stopped just from the cut. He felt all the strength she placed in her blade. enough to knock him out. Peter flinched, moving back when Sandel told him,
"Move it, and it won't end well, Peter. I've had enough of your smooth words laced in front of lies,"
"Lies?"
Peter stared at her, confused. She must believe all of it was for her. Peter tried to move, but Sandel pushed her sword into his neck. Peter glanced at her, shifting to the side, letting the blade slice through his neck. he stood up half of his neck cut through to the point she saw the wall behind them. She pointed at the sword at his strained body, and Peter's stare changed.
"Lies, is that what you think I've done?"
He grabbed her sword, his grip on it shook it, Peter watched her exasperation, trying to see how she truly felt, the hurt he saw from her hardened stare, the anger she felt all but diminished. The sting of their betrayal still lingered; that to him wasn't good. He knew she wouldn't feel this way looking out the window, wondering about this moment with her. He thought she would change, coming to him, jumping into his arms, stabbing their creator in the back before sending him down, holding her while watching, clenching against her like he depended on it. Sandel is doing the same, staring down in glee at him descending, but what he sees now is an enraged angel setting flame onto those who treaded upon her. Unknowingly, he let out a chuckle. Sandel twisted her sword out of his grasp, cutting off a few fingers.
"You're laughing,"
She swung her sword to cut off his jaw, but Peter moved away from her, holding his hand to his face. His stare put her off. It worried her seeing him change so fast, a look of anger to one of pure engrossment. Peter let the blood on his hand drip onto his face with a sultry glare in his eyes.
"I think i prefer you to be as of this other than what I've only imagined,"
Peter licked some of the blood off watching her the whole time, Sandel scoffed her gut, turning from the act, Peter hummed, glancing down at his fingers on the ground and muttered,
"Pick them up,"
His shadow pulled them to Peter, detaining it on the stubs on his hand. Moving back to his shoulders, his dark mist connected his fingers back to his hand, Peter peered at her, saying,
"I've never been more peak in you, Sandel, than now."
Peter steps closer to her, moving his hand as he does, Sandel follows, having her sword placed in front of her,
"What are you on about Peter?"
Peter much like this side of her more than what he had dreamed
"I'm more of dreaming on you, Sandel."
They stood before each other, waiting for one of them to strike. Peter made a knife appear, lunging to thrust the blade into her neck. Sandel let it melt on contact. Sandel stabbed his side when he blocked it,
"This is where it gets interesting, my dear,"
Peter pushed her sword away with shadow crawling over him. Sandel scoffed, twirling her sword, stocking small flames around her.