He was going to kill that vampire bastard! What or how Sebastian was holding him Azrael hardly knew and yet the Hunter so hardly cared for the specifics of that affinity. If the Englishman wanted him to come to him- then come he would. Azrael twisted upon the ground, the man managing to roll forward and onto his feet before sprinting forward at light speed. The greatsword within his hands disappeared back into the light realm from which it had come. The dark-haired Hunter instead allowed his affinity for light to embrace him entirely. Azrael so becoming a veritable human bullet as he charged at Sebastian directly. That light, he knew, would see Sebastian disintegrate into little more than a pathetic pile of ash. His vampiric form would be incapable of surviving exposure to a light so concentrated. How satisfying that would be. Then he'd need only rid himself of Dorian. Although- the Fae King would be worth far more to him alive. Perhaps he'd just capture him instead. Azrael's speed increased a final time, that impact imminent even as Sebastian vaulted backward- Azrael more than capable of matching, if not exceeding, that vampiric speed as he rocketed towards the soon to be roasted Englishman. That sudden wall of fire however was entirely unexpected. Those flames seemed to launch from the earth itself, rearing upwards, licking at his skin with a scorching, blistering heat and yet it was hardly fire alone. No. There was something else, something.....far more potent in those flames. An affinity that every fibre of his being so rebelled agianst. Every instinct within him screamed not to touch those flames as the Frenchman's voice rose above the cacophony of battle to shout for Sebastian to avoid those flames as well.

Azrael's feet skidded within the dirt in an effort to stop himself. The sheer force of his own motion saw his feet leave divots in the earth as he struggled to stop before colliding with that flaming wall. The Hunter managed that task by mere inches before that flaming wall suddenly evaporated. Fucking Fae. Azrael's golden's eyes glanced sharply sideways, committing that meddling Frenchman to memory. He had a dangerous affinity. Those flames were.....an unexpected weapon. The elder Fae would need to be disposed of sooner rather than later. The wall of flame had dropped as unexpectedly as it arrived. Azrael momentarily left facing Sebastian and Dorian both before the unexpected pair charged. Azrael's sword was summoned back to his hands within moments, that blade swung in an arc to deflect Dorain's strike and ward Sebastian back all at once. Fucking fools! Did they truly believe they could fight him!? He would take them both on at once. He had killed greater enemies then a vampire and a fucking fae king before. A faint growl of irritation rose within the Hunter's throat as he braced himself agianst the onslaught of the pair. Dorian's strikes were relentless. The Fae King capable of summoning blade after blade and yet- his strikes were pointed to. The King was as well trained as he had heard. As for Sebastian- the vampire was something else entirely. As fast and powerful as most of his species were inclined to be. Azrael was forced to attempt to guard agianst Sebastian and strike back at Dorian all at once! The darkness of Dorian's baldes and the light of Azrael's own seemed to flicker and dance like a light show across that arena. Dorian's strikes only seemed to increase, Azrael forced to put more of his attention into deflecting the Fae's strikes- Sebastian afforded a momentary opening. One that leech was quick to take advantage of. The feeling of teeth in his shoulder prompted Azrael towhirl, with that shout of outrage. How they would pay for that.

That near explosion of power was undeniable! Matteo danced smoothly backward from the final enemy he had only moments ago run his sword through, his silver gaze readily finding the source of that power explosion. Azrael. The Hunter seemed to erupt like a solar flare. The light was so bright that even Matteo was forced to shield his eyes. It had been...centuries since he had seen a being with this much power. Let alone one capable of not only harnessing it- but altering his appearance with the force of it. Had Dorain truly known his enemy was capable of this? Had this Dorian ever been trained to fight demons?. What had once been Azrael had been replaced with something far more....demonic. Those claws and tail readily giving away just what sort of entity the Hunter had effortlessly channeled. The power that rolled from his physical form was...immense. This had gotten out of hand. This was an enemy they had not come prepared to fight. Matteo's own affinity ensnared his figure once more, the Frenchman teleported across that battlefield to appear beside his age-old companion once more. A soft breath left Alexander's lips as he eyed that demonic force before uttering that assurance he would take care of it. Hmm. Matteo could hardly help the fleeting simper that found his lips in response to those very words. Alexander....thrived in battle. He always had. No matter how agianst them those odds were the Macedonian seemed to relish every moment of it. It was, so simply, who Alexander was born to be.

"Very well, Mon Amie. I will provide support but be careful of that tail- it is more a weapon then anything he will summon. I have foreseen what it can do."

That warning, for now, was all Matteo was content to provide his companion with before the Frenchman teleported once more. Matteo content to reappear within the rafters and above that battlefield just as Alexanders true power began to emanate. The age-old Hunters own signature was quick to rise to rival Azrael's. The light that surrounded Alexander near equally as bright. Matteo, for several moments, was merely content to do as he so often did and simply watch. It had been centuries since he had seen his father take on that form. There was something near....mythical in witnessing it once more. That power however seemed to attract Azreal in turn. The demon whirled in place to eye his true opponent as Matteo readily laid Alexander's sword down safely amongst the rafters. The Frenchman instead reached to summon a weapon he was assured he would still have within this world. Ah, how long it had been since he had held that bow!

That electricity seemed to hum within the air. Azrael could feel it, taste it, sense it. That raw power poured from a single source. His dark eyes so readily fixated upon the Hunter. He had known since the first moment that the old Hunter was the one to be wary of. He could sense that....energy within him even if it had been largely concealed until now. Oh how he would enjoy a worthy opponent. The claymore within his right hand was swung with ease. A test swing of sorts, the pointed tip of his tail dragged along the iron clad side of the boat sending sparks in its wake as he strode forward. Those few remaining beings seemed to flee before them. None of them willing to get in the way of either demigod. Alexander....rambled. Some words about...fines? "Ramble all you like, Old Man. Those words will be your last. That barest hint of a simper seemed to tug at the Hunter's lips before he launched forward with blistering speed. That claymore was swung with enough force to carve into the ground beneath it as Azrael aimed to cleave Alexander in two. His strength and speed in this form so allowed him to wield that weapon as if it was no more than a regular sword. Alexander's dodge was nothing short of anticipated, the demonic Hunter launched forward again and again. The claymore swung over and over with unrelenting force and shocking speed. That third and final strike however was nothing short of fake. That sword abruptly disappeared as Azrael pivoted instead to deliver a roundhouse kick, one followed by the sudden, lightning fast lash of that deadly, pointed tail. The hunter aimed to slice Alexander open in a single motion before his feet landed once more. That claymore again appeared to take another swing in that unrelenting assault. His battle style was so seamlessly fluid.

That sudden transformation within Azrael had been...unanticipated. Dorian was capable of doing little more than dodging backward and away from that glowing mass of power the other man had come. In all the years of training he had endured with his Father and Grandfathers, none of the men had ever readied him to battle anything quite like this and yet- with the right weapon and Sebastian's assistance it was surely doable. That sudden surge from Alexander, however, was equally as unanticipated. Had the Macedonian always been capable of that? Matteo, in the very least, hardly seemed surprised. The Frenchman seemed to disappear entirely a moment later. Dorian's silver gaze lingered upon his grandfather then as both entities seemed to meet. Surely Sebastian and himself should render some assistance? A sudden scream from nearby pierced the air. Dorian, near instinctively, shifted closer towards Sebastian though whether he aimed to protect the vampire or use the other man as a shield remained to be seen. The sudden appearance of an icicle punching through the hull of the ship so garnered all of his attention.

"Sebastian!"

Dorian was quick to draw his companions attention towards it before drawing back and away from the walls lest another appear. That ship was going to sink! What remained of those bystanders seemed to come to the same realization as they fled towards the doors. Dorian's own gaze near frantically searched for who or what was attempting to down that ship. The Monarch's eyes at last fell upon Serafina. She appeared...more pale than before. A bluish tinge seemed to dance upon her lips. A result of that ice manifestation.

"Serafina! You're going to kill us all if you down the ship you foolish woman!"

Dorian's voice rose above those panicked screams just as Alexander shouted for Matteo in turn. Where had his Father gone? How typical Matteo to disappear! They hardly had time to wait for the Frenchman. Dorian's gaze shifted toward Sebastian once more.

"If we come at her together I think we can defeat her. Stay away from the walls though and try not to get wet. I suspect she will be quick to summon that ice if we do. Are you ready, Mon Cher?"

Dorian waited only so long as it took for his companion to assure him he was before that invisibility embraced the Monarch's form. Dorian disappeared from Serafina's sight while remaining visible to Sebstian alone. The Fae King sprinted wide and around Serafina, the first of those blades summoned to his hand once more. Yet- he hardly struck just yet, Dorian so waiting for that opportune moment for Sebastian to provide a distraction before he came at Serafina from behind.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.