Exodus says Exodus didn't react much to her presence at all, instead remaining in his crouch and keeping his eyes tightly closed. He was largely motionless, wings flicking occasionally to show that he was still something other than a statue. His mind was just as closely guarded, an ironclad defense surrounding his consciousness with very little opportunity to break through it. There were chinks in the armor, though, and they were constantly being attacked by a much more powerful force than her silvery suggestions. It was an all-consuming sort of darkness, the kind that someone wouldn't wake up from so easily. The Prince himself made his way through the ranks, his attacks slowly being beaten down by Zreii but the girl unable to make much progress. Frustration began to etch its way across the Prince's features, the man finally lashing out with that frustration against the valkyrie attacking him. With one quick swipe darkness lashed across the specter's form, knocking her blade from her hand and sending her to the ground in a flurry of broken white feathers. Powerful as she was, and she was indeed quite powerful, this being had swatted her like a fly. She hit the ground with a soft thud, wings sprawled out at painful angles not all that far from Exodus and Vela. The evil being then turned his attention to them, darkness swirling around him as he moved to take aim more directly at his target. "You really think you can beat me at my own game?" he chidded, smirking devilishly as he looked over the pair of them with burning purple eyes. Before he could do or say anything else, though, a flash of flames exploded before him and the fiery knight landed in front of them protectively, massive sword held to rest on one shoulder with a cocky smile plastered across his face. "We sure do!" Zune replied, rushing forward to take Zreii's place as a distraction. Ex flinched, subconsciously aware of what was happening but still mostly unwilling to let down his defenses for fear of the Prince taking advantage of it first. "Vela," he started, eyes opening but mind still completely closed off. "You'll have to be fast." |