Gentlemen! I have laboured for a while, and this is the result. 2190 words of a revised Sachiel fight. Now, I want your honest opinion, is it an improvement over the original? If so I shall attend to replacing the initial draft immediately.
We start straight after Shinji's brain has sort of gone "bugger this I'm out," and the fight is put into the hands of a very angry lady, and we end with the death of Lord Netzach's eldest...
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Practically upon his prey now, Sachiel stabbed down, an attack that would probably have split Ben Nevis down the middle.
But it didn't. Instead, the blade of light stopped dead in its tracks, as a layer of orange lightning blocked its strike. And from beneath a shield that could not be broken by any weapon of man, a purple armoured face angled itself upwards, meeting the gaze of the Seraph directly. A single eye burning white with rage.
"Unit 01 has reactivated, A-T field is up." Maya relayed.
There was an unsaid collective sigh of relief from almost everyone present. Save for two individuals standing above all the others, and one purple haired woman, whose thoughts were still very much fixed on the wimpy young man who'd been thrown into her life.
"What about Shinji? Is he okay!?" Misato fought the urge to run over to one of the computer screens, fought the urge to try and make sense of all the numbers she didn't understand.
"Pilot's vitals unknown." Another one of the staff members on the observation deck called out.
Sachiel quickly extended his other blade and lunged forward, attempting to get his foe's heart spattered on it.
But once again, the A-T field blocked it. Despite buckling and bending a bit, it did not bow to the will of the slayer of Abax.
The Eva's inhuman, one eyed gaze, never withered or fell, but remained fixed on its opponent. The silent contest of wills between the eldritch behemoths continued for a few tense seconds. Before Evangelion Unit 01 opened its mouth, slowly but terrifyingly surely.
And roared.
"By the Gods..." one of the various members of control deck muttered.
The following surge of flickering orange power hurled Sachiel through the air, the unfortunate Divine careering through a sky scraper. Whilst the dust settled on the dazed and surprised, but utterly unharmed Seraph, Unit 01 slowly began to rise, only to fall to one knee, as if unused to such a thing as movement.
A purple hand helped the metal clad monster keep its balance, before setting its gaze squarely on the Seraph once again.
A ghastly growl escaped its prosthetic and jagged lips, before Unit 01 thundered forward, as Sachiel struggled to rise, still trying to shake itself out of its dazed state. A purple fist cracking his helm like porcelain, caused that attempt to end in failure.
Unfortunately said fist was hanging off Unit 01's broken left wrist, so there was a rather loud snap upon impact.
Although the Eva didn't seem to care.
Not having been able to put its wall of light back up in time, Sachiel was thrown back into the rubble, with the fist still firmly planted in his face, whilst the other hand had grasped a piece of steel beam and was attempting to hack out the red jewel in Sachiel's chest.
"We've won." Kozo sighed with relief, high above all else on the command deck as his staff below cheered.
"Perhaps..." Gendo remained thoughtful, keeping in mind from his younger days that a fight can go anyway at anytime. His intuition was soon proven right.
Your overconfidence is your end Voorr.
Blinding, pure, all mighty power, smashed into Unit 01's face, its own A-T field being barely capable of preventing the crucifix shaped surge of energy from searing its head off. It totally failed at nullifying the force of it though.
And thus it was the Eva's turn to bring down an unfortunate building, a building that had been complacent and rude enough to be built in the trajectory of a flying armoured eldritch abomination. However, it seemed that Unit 01 was far too angry to be bothered with such things as being hit in the face by something equivalent to a small solar flare.
Its growl would have been most unsettling for those residing in shelters deep below. Were it not for Sachiel's, terrifying, ear splitting, alien shriek tearing through the dead of night.
It was even said that the residents of Osaka, felt something in the wind that day.
Having stood up to its full height, the Seraph extended its right energy blade to its fullest extent. Fixing its black gaze upon the one single thing that prevented the end of all life on Earth, Sachiel advanced, far more cautiously this time, closing the distance, but being ready for a counter attack.
You were too quick to try and take the kill Voorr. Your enemy must be broken before you can truly beat him.
Unit 01 promptly threw itself at the amphibian creature, only to roar in pain as the Seraph sidestepped and raked its blade across the Eva's purple armoured chest. Only just managing to maintain its balance, Unit 01 quickly had to throw its head back to prevent the energy blade from slashing its throat. The following minute or so was simply the Eva ducking, diving, and dodging as Sachiel made strike after strike with the precision of a world class swordsman.
Though slow and powerful, the Divine Heir did not give his foe any window to strike back, for he was constantly on Guard.
You will not catch me with my blade down again. But...this is a very pleasant surprise indeed.
For Sachiel was somewhat elated to face a foe his equal. For whilst the enemy's various assault's were somewhat clumsy, the Seraph got the general impression his foe knew what they were doing somehow. The throw back of the head, the twisting of the body, the footwork, it was not the mark of a skittish individual, but a champion wrestler in some cases.
A strong foe and a good fight, now if we only we had some ale Voorr!
And then, orange lightning began to curl around Unit 01's reeled back right fist, as Sachiel realised that his foe was channelling its own wall of light. Frantically thrusting out his left arm, throwing a wave of crackling orange power at his foe, Sachiel took a step back, knowing full well what a direct strike from such a power would do to him.
The resulting collision of pure energy promptly flattened the local block of buildings, with the two combatants being hurled like rag dolls away from each other.
For a few minutes, it was almost like a volcanic flow had hit the city, the debris and ash having been thrown up into the air, trickling back down like a sombre rain. However, even in that dark and terrible gloom, three glowing objects, three moving glowing objects, the eye of Unit 01, and the now red gaze of Sachiel, were a great deal more than vaguely visible. So much so that the staff of NERV shivered before the display.
The monster's could quite simply see one another however, for their vision far transcended our own. In the ash of ruined homes, they could finally take a correct look at their respective foes, after having circled around each other for a while.
Unit 01 then tilted its head, and raised its left arm to meet its cracked gaze, flexing its fingers quite awkwardly. Raising its gaze to meet that of its foe, it seemed like the Eva was asking for permission to do...something.
The Seraph did nothing but wait.
And thus, through means unknown to even the science of this advanced age, Unit 01 regenerated its damaged flesh and bone. With that matter dealt with, it stretched out its arms in a sprinting stance. And yet it behaved as if it were waiting for something, as if it wished for the Seraph to attend to whatever injuries it had.
Sachiel acknowledged this, having quickly and quietly regenerated its own broken and battered body, by promptly snapping his legs together, extending both his blades, and raising the right one to his bony helm.
All noise upon NERV's command bridge abruptly stopped. All talking, all relaying of information, all typing on keyboards, everything. For the eldritch abomination, supposedly unknowable to all mankind, had performed a fencer's salute.
Even Gendo Ikari, who whilst keeping his usual stoic expression, had quickly gone through everything he knew about the creatures which sought mankind's end. And he found nothing about a code of honour.
"The scrolls didn't say anything about this..." Kozo murmured.
"Indeed." Said Gendo. This would make for a very interesting topic of conversation with SEELE...if anyone survived this.
The two charged each other again, at full strength and full power, Unit 01 sliding beneath Sachiel's right blade, then dancing around the other. The Seraph quickly lurched back from the incoming punch, with the purple fist missing him by a few metres. The Eva landed with surprising elegance in a kneeling position, before attempting to roll out of yet another slice from its opponent.
But it was not to be.
The purple monster howled in pain as Sachiel's blade seared through the already cracked part of its face plate. Had it not continued to roll, the Seraph's second downward strike would have ended the matter then and there.
But roll it did, until being safely out of Sachiel's range for a few crucial seconds, long enough to stand again. The blades quickly sizzled through the air as with expert swordsmanship, the Seraph made swipe after calculated swipe at his enemy's head.
Unit 01, despite rising from what seemed like total defeat with the wrath of ancient gods, was still on the back foot. It could not exploit its brute strength, it could only stay at a distance with its great speed, and even then that advantage didn't last very long.
Sachiel feinted towards the Eva's chest plate, causing it to sidestep. Right into the path of his lower strike.
Unit 01 staggered and roared for what seemed like an eternity, after a blade of pure yellow energy had cut clean through its knee. Collapsing to the ground, it could any stare upwards, somewhat helplessly at the Seraph's red gaze, both blades raised simultaneously in preparation to decapitate mankind's last hope.
You have fought well Voorr, the halls of the gods shall welcome you with open arms. Due to your valour, I shall grant you a warrior's death. It will be quick.
Sachiel's final attack happened in a heartbeat, almost too fast for the human eye to see. However, it was not fast enough.
Two purple armoured hands, crackling with orange energy, reached up into the path of the blades, and caught them.
It may have been a trick of the imagination, but many of NERV's personnel could have sworn they'd seen "shock" on their enemy's face.
Hurricane like winds spiralled around the two monstrosities, as their A-T fields clashed together, twisting and turning as they tried to get around, or neutralise the other. Arcs of lightening jutted out, some ripping into already ruined buildings, others screaming off into the heavens. The wind had now cleared away all debris, the view of the battle was unclouded for all to see. And then, the orange light flickered out.
"They've cancelled out each other's A-T field...this is going better than I hoped..." Ritsuko muttered in a somewhat pleasantly surprised tone, before lighting a cigarette.
The arms of the Seraph and the Eva trembled with exertion, signifying that this contest of pure strength was almost over.
This ends now!
Sachiel's head thrust forward, with nothing to bar its progress, in an attempt to knock the Japanese god machine off its balance. With both its arms occupied, Unit 01 had no way to stop it. Instead, it bowed its head.
And thus the Seraph's head came down...right onto a purple horn.
The shriek of agony as the long thought useless appendage drove straight through bone and flesh, was one that would make even the most stout cover their ears as blood would flow from them with reckless abandon.
Desperately rearing back, the Seraph lost all grip, but Unit 01 didn't. Strong hands grasped the Divine Heir's right arm, and with a knee firmly planted in its foe's chest, the Eva pulled.
And Sachiel's screams grew louder.
Collapsing on his back, royal blue blood gushing forth like a mighty river from the ruined stump that was once his arm, the Seraph attempted to rise again, in a shambling and completely disorientated attempt. One which would never have been fast enough, even if he had succeeded.
His now detached right blade, still humming with energy, wielded by a furious titan, was driven straight through his heart and into the ground, pinning him in place. The red jewel in his chest promptly shattered, as all his bodily functions began to fail, a purple hand upon his chest keeping him there.
Most impressive Voorr...most impressive. I did not think I would receive such a challenge from your kind. And I am proved wrong. But know this...
The two creatures of eldritch lore locked gazes with one another, a low whimper escaping from Unit 01's mouth for reasons no one yet understood.
My brothers and sisters are as strong as me, some even stronger. And my father...you are but an insect to defy his rule... The Seraph's gaze began to darken, as it took its last "breath."
Everyone...forgive me...for I am weak...
And thus, the 4th Seraph died.
