:warning: Mentions of gore will be included. :warning:
The setting is staged. Many days to months ed as Makafeil waited upon his throne, applauding at the closeness he would have achieved to claim Asgard. Little would he expect the following events to occur.
The Primordial guards, betrothed to spears and swords, were met with many of the demons turned from Asgardians into berserk beasts ruptured with rage as they broke upon the gates. The many guards there fought on, but none were to become a match against the incoming Shadow herself. Eirnael, appearing in a cloud of smoke, drew her sword, readying against multiple more guards incoming.
On the guard, she stepped back, sliding under an incoming slash as she then blocked the second attack from another guard, tossing her sword to her left hand as she slid to the side, slicing the guard's leg off and severing the head. With the first having missed due to her sliding, he turned to strike with his spear, in which she dodged and proceeded to cut the weapon in half. Kicking off his chest, she leaped up, plunging her sword into his head before pulling out, busting a third guard's head open with her bare metal fist.
Striking her sword to the side, Eirnael's blade dropped blood, before she then dashed forth, with more of her demon brethren following. On her simple nod to the ceiling of Makafeil's structured abode, the demons rushed up, only to then smash through the material and begin their onslaught upon more of the guards.
In then came Eirnael, fighting with two of the elite guards simulationeously. Pushing both back with a kick, she drew her sword close, letting them charge. As they went to plunge their spears at her, she leaped up, landing on the heads. Slicing the spear bits off, she then threw them up using the sword, right before hitting them with the blade, letting the heads hit the elite's heads.
Makafeil, astounded to see his servant alive, yet now a traitor, rushed forth, flurrying at her with slashes with his dual swords. Yet she blocked, using her metal arm and sword to do so in quick speed to his. He went for a stab, but she struck up with her forearm, making the blade go up before she went for a strike, in which he dodged. Now on the offensive, Eirnael began slaughtering slashes and strikes at Makafeil, her rage fueling her prowess to no end. Makafeil, in return, countered with blocks, keeping up with Eirnael. "Ah, you know of our old ways! You still do not persist to understand that you are outmatched! I had taught you this once, and I can punish you for it again!"
With a quick strike from his swords, Makafeil struck Eirnael's metal hand and made her drop her sword, right before slashing her knees and making her fall to them as his blades were to her throat. A grin formed, knowing an assumption that he had won. "My servants, you really think this woman that worked under my banner for so long could defeat me? Your creator? Your divine master of the Nine Realms? Victor to the throne of Asgard?" He laughed, amassed with humor so much that his ego was blinded. Though, as he did create the demons of the world he hosted here, he had forgotten so much of what drove Eirnael.
Plunging his swords into her gut, Eirnael screamed with rage and lunged out, grabbing his throat. "All that pain and agony you spent on me, spilling your coating evils to thwart my sentience for glory!" She began repeatedly slamming him to the ground, a blazing strength suddenly promoted through her attacks. "All those years you made me your child, only to bring about the Nine as your children homes of fat laze for gold and reward! I'll show you what divinity you had wrought!" She screamed with berserk rage, throwing him away as the blades broke into pieces, and the handles melting into puddles before she grabbed her sword.
Immediately after getting to his feet, Makafeil fought against Eirnael's sudden incoming strikes with a spear, only for it to break, and for him to be induced with mere skin to use for a shield. Fueled with more fury, she used her other fist to begin pounding him with punches, making Makafeil blunted with no choice but to sustain the damage. Within these quick seconds, she stuck him right through the chest, right before ripping his head off.
There, as the union of her demon brethren cheered, Eirnael roared with the head in hand, beating her chest as the rage was spent wisely.
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