You with me? [semi-open]

From the stars, or even the earth below, the foundation of everything shook when Adell collided with Elkhatem. In the sky just above the city the white-haired eternal zipped across the battlefield strategically, landing instrumental blows against the winged-beast of unorthodox proportions, the Durandal striking flesh with every assidious swing. From every angle the beast could think of, Adell struck, and he struck hard, with enough power to cleave buildings apart effortlessly, and split the sky in two, every single swing he committed to, in some distinct fashion, tore Elkhatem into ribbons, forcing the winged God to regenerate as fast as it knew how. Unable to predict Adell's movements, or even perceive where Adell was in the midst of an executed attack, before the God knew it, he was descending into the world below, wings cut from the dragon's back, and cast across the ruined city.

"For everyone you've killed here..." Adell muttered, raising the ebony broadsword to his side. "I will make you experience a thousand deaths, and will have absolutely no regrets!"

Descending in pursuit of Elkhatem, he manipulated the flow of air around his form and himself descended into the world below to finish what he had started, but what awaited him was an empty crater where the dead had come to decorate the battlefield as ornaments, trophies of the false God.

"Fucking bastard. Where the he-"

Adell would soon answer his own question when he felt the heat of something incredibly powerful tear into his back, a beam of scarlet light crashing into him with no warning. What little remained in-front of Adell in landmarks became shattered chunks of gravel and metal as Adell was hurled several hundred meters ahead, shockwaves of force banishing anything that remained standing around them. When the dust began to settle, all that could be seen was the God that had brought ruin to everything, sinking its talons into the very ground it had mercilessly defiled.

"Do yo know who I am...?" the voice of the God echoed in rage, though if any were around to hear it, the sound of several overlapping voices of several tones, pitches, and even gender, could be heard in it's vocals. "I am the wish of the people, the darkness of Etruia's wretched heart...these nuisances...peasants...beggars...their prayers could never sway me. They are beneath me. To bow to their wishes would be treachery. I am God. For millennia I have waited to return to the living, to destroy the people that once showered me with their burden and so-"

Before the false God could finish, a white bolt of fierce thunder crashed into it's body from the sky above without warning, and with such abruptness that it caught even Adell off-guard, who rose from the crumbled ruins of the building he'd been flung into. "Shut the fuck up!" he bellowed, the disdain in his heart reflecting in his elevated voice. "You fucking scum. These people worshiped you for years...the gave your heart to you...and you killed them! ALL OF THEM!" Adell continued, bolts of lightning continuing to rain down upon the God without remorse, one followed by the other, insensible arcs of light colliding with the warped crystal scales of the dragon. "The dirge of these people is in the sound of your demise! I'm gonna fuckin' rip you apart!"

Channeling complicated signeturgy into the sky, he grasped at the hilt of the Raijinto* and brought hell down upon the God, never letting up in the barrage of powerful lightning, and where it struck was followed by thunderous force that pummeled it into the ground over, and over, and over, and over again, like a symphony of metal dancing on the head of his enemy, singing it's demise to the people who had already fallen.

Over half-a-minute passed before Adell released his left hand from Raijinto, while his right hand, still holding the Durandal to his side, lifted the blade up to where the beast had been earthed.

"I hope you aren't dead yet...I'm not done with you...I have a lot of frustration to release..."

After Adell's abrupt lightning party, there was a moment of specious quietness beyond his own words. Approaching the fallen dragon with eyes of apathy that betrayed the true hatred in his heart, sparks of lightning danced across the ground where the rainbow crystal dragon remained still, it's eyes closed, and it's voice silent. "You're no dragon..." Adell scoffed, tossing Durandal into the sky behind him where it soon faded from view as if it never existed. "No, I am a dragon. A true dragon. More of a dragon than you can ever be. And between me and you?" Adell continued, stopping just as he reached the head of the gargantuan beast.

"I'm more of a God than you are too."

"Are you done?" Elkhamet replied mockingly, the dragon's eyes opening slowly to gaze into Adell's own. "Had you wished to feed me your energies, you could have certainly prayed."

"Wait...oh FU-"

Never had it ever crossed Adell's mind that the dragon he faced had an affinity to the element of lightning itself. It also never crossed his mind that the false God was an omni-elemental dragon altogether. His propensity to vastly underestimate his enemies had cost him many a time, and after experiencing failure at the hands of his own incompetence, one would think he'd have learned from his mistake of underestimating his enemies. Straddling the tenuous line of presumptuous assumptions and calculated strategy, from the outside Adell looked to be a precarious barbarian with absolutely no caution behind his own haphazard methods, and when combined with his complicated disposition, it made The God Dragon something of a wild card. Though venerated, his ability to remain consistent through every battle was by far his weakest position, and it wasn't because he couldn't be consistent— it was simply that he didn't care, and never thought to repeatedly apply what he had learned from previous battles to the next. Why?

In the head of a grown man child such as himself, that just simply wouldn't be any fun.

Boom. A pillar of light consumed them both and sent concussive waves of earth shattering force ripping across the ground, tearing the battlefield, the foundation of the world beneath them, bodies, and everything that remained into dust. Tonelcius, tending to the wounded woman on the outskirts of the fallen sanctuary, gritted his teeth in frustration. A single gesture of his hand and several green hexagonal fragments came to form a complete protective barrier around them, and the force emitted by the sudden light that connected heaven and earth, while powerful, wasn't enough to even crack the protective conjuration Tonelcius had cast with relative ease.

"Stop playing around and finish this..." Tonelcius muttered, slipping his hands into the pockets of his overcoat. Behind him the woman lay along the ground, unconscious, but very much alive. Was it luck? Or was it Tonelcius' handiwork? Both were far more valuable than divine will, or the blessings of some God. "What's taking him...?"