Alexander Macedonia

when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you

A voice shouted his name across the battlefield, that warning the only precursor Sebastian had to the flames that leapt in the air between him and the certain death that came vaulting across the sanded pit like a bloody star on fire. He hadn't anticipated Azrael's sudden bloodthirsty desire to simply end him with the light that emanated from every inch of his body. He could hear Azrael's shoes digging into the sand below as the Hunter desperately attempted to stop his own speed, careening closer and closer towards the flames that licked at the Hunter's shoes in a near desperate desire to consume every bit of the Dark Hunter. A soft breath of relief left the vampire's lips, grateful, at least, that he hardly had to combat the all encompassing light that could have so easily reduced him to mere ashes. The wall, however, hardly persisted long, the Englishman already dodging forward alongside his Fated to regain the upper hand and push the attack. There was a certain sort of wonder to be found in watching the fae King in battle, Dorian was entirely unyielding, his strikes each quick and efficient with a sort of grace that Sebastian found wholly hypnotizing. Were it not for his own need to be present, he might have enjoyed simply...watching what the Monarch was capable of. Unfortunately, his astute crystalline gaze was forced to focus upon the present, Dorian's relentless assault provided just a moment of an opening, one Sebastian was far too keen to take.

With ease the vampire rushed forward, his jaw parting only to bite firmly into Azrael's flesh. The bite alone would hardly be enough to down the Hunter, Sebastian knew this well, rather, it was the application of venom that he sought to subject the man too - just enough to provide him far greater control. That shout of outrage echoed within his sensitive ears and yet, it wasn't until that near explosion of power that Sebastian released his grasp, the Englishman so purposefully jumping backwards just in time as the Dark Hunter near exploded with light. He was quick to duck behind Dorian, the very brightness of the luminosity enough to provoke him instincts to hide lest it somehow hold the power to obliterate his skin. His gaze was hardly meant for anything this bright, the vampire forced to close his eyes even despite the feeling of power that suffocated the room. This, he was certain, was not what the fae had been anticipating. Surely Dorian hadn't thought he could go up against this...sun god alone?! The brilliance subsided and with it, the physical transformation that had taken place became all the more visible. This was no sun god...this...was a demon straight from the pits of hell. This was a battle Sebastian suddenly found himself questioning if they could truly win.

Alexander, on the other hand, hardly held the same sense of doubt. Rather, an irritated frown crossed the Dark Hunter's lips, even as Matteo teleported at his side. Hardly a word was necessary from the Frenchman before the age old King insisted he would take care of the demon personally. It had been a great many years since the Macedonian had called upon the full extent of his own gifts, this the first true threat he had encountered in a very long while. His head bobbed silently in acknowledgement of Matteo's warning, his affinity near bursting to life with only the slightest of coaxing. A golden hue began to emanate from the Macedonian, electricity near crackling in the air around him as his gaze reflected that same gilded hue. The sheer amount of power he radiated was sure to gain Azrael's attention and quite on cue, the demon whirled in place to eye him. He watched as the man's claymore was swung near effortlessly within Azrael's hand, sparks flying in the Hunter's wake as his tail dragged alongside the boat's surface. That tail would be...problematic. The pair strode purposefully across the battlefield, those few beings that remained between them content to near flee at the approach of either demi-god or demon. Alexander's voice rose above the sound of running feet, the Hunter certain that this was...acceptable revenge for the number of fines Azrael had dished out to his grandson and all the work he'd had to do to remove them. It hardly mattered that this version of the Dark Hunter would hardly know what he was talking about - a fact that Azrael only confirmed moments later.

Alexander was truthfully anticipating the very speed in which Azrael burst forward at him, the Dark Hunter immediately dodging backwards as Azrael's claymore swung wide, mere inches from the Macedonian's face. That assault was relentless, Azrael's sword swinging over and over again as Alexander effectively dodged each attack. That final faint was one Alexander noted quite at the last moment, his own sword disappearing as Azrael's pivoted upon his foot, his other so quickly rising through the air in a forceful kick. The Dark Hunter was purposeful as he reached out, allowing his hand to collide into Azrael's ankle, the other hitting the man's calf to force that very kick to halt shy of his actual body, his own strength so easily rivaling the demonic force's own. It was, however, that blasted tail that near ruined the opening he gave himself, the barbed point dashing at him, forcing the Hunter to release his hold upon Azrael as the metal plate of the ship's floor beneath them so abruptly, and with a loud screeching cry, forced itself upwards and into the path of that very barb with the same shocking speed, revealing the maintenance levels beneath them. The very battlefield, after all, fell within Alexander's domain - from the sand underfoot to the multiple levels of the boat and even the ice that penetrated the very sides of the ship. All of it belonged to Alexander and finally he was keen to push the offensive. The Dark Hunter, after all, had come up with a plan of his own - one Serafina certainly assisted with water trickling within the sides of the boat. His own sword moved with near lightning speed as he plunged forward, pressing the assault with every bit of knowledge that Azrael would undoubtedly parry each of those blows. It hardly matters to him, however, Alexander instead focusing on driving the demon across the battlefield and towards those slick wet floors.

The vampire, meanwhile, drew closer towards the Italian Monarch as those gigantic icicles pierced the hull of the ship, the Englishman keen to guide Dorian away from the metal walls lest the pair found themselves skewered at the tip of one such protrusion. He was well aware of Dorian's gaze scanning the fleeing patronage of the Ark before someone caught the fae's attention - the sound of the fae's voice echoed out over the crowd and yet, the witch hardly offered the fae King even the slightest of glances. After all, he was hardly her target. At least, not tonight, though Serafina was certain he would make a lovely victory prize. Maybe she could keep him as a pet or something? The thought alone caused her lips to twitch upwards, even as the grey tinge of her gaze refocused upon the battle at hand - one Azrael seemed keen to partake in without her. She had hoped that once he noticed his precious ship was taking on water, he might rethink his plan of action and yet...the fool continued on as if he hardly cared about the ship at all! He could be the most single minded infuriating....asshole she had ever met, and Serafina had met her fair share of assholes.

She stepped out of the shadows and onto that battlefield, inattentive towards the fae Monarch and his vampire lover boy as the pair made some feeble plan to bring about her demise. She hardly noticed that nodd from Sebastian, nor the way Dorian disappeared from view until the Englishman stepped right into her path. The very presence of him made her pause as she eyed those bared canines with a hint of surprise. Two long red ribbons followed in his wake, coiling and bobbing like little sentient snakes. That's what they thought would deal with her? A bunch of ribbons? A soft giggle left the girl's lips as her eyebrow rose. "Really? Get out of my way, you parasite." She insisted, only for the vampire before her to react with an audible hiss. Vampires - so bloody predictable. Already Serafina had summoned her affinity, one large, pointed stake-like icicle appeared, hovering above her fingertips before a different sensation caught her attention. Oh. Well that was unexpected. How delightful. He'd brought her a present. His greatest weakness served up on a golden platter. Oh this would be good indeed. "Do you know, vampire, what the human body is made of? See, you would say blood but the truth is most of it...is water. And what is it that I control, hm?" She inquired, her head tilting almost innocently to the side before her abilities so reached out to ensnare the very man who so stealthily wished to murder her - his very body falling sway beneath her control and how inclined she was to merely freeze him in place, like a helpless little puppet. She might not have been able to see him, per say, but she could certainly see the ice that blossomed across Dorian's skin and easily, Serafina danced to his side, one finger slowly trailing up Dorian's arm only to rest her head upon his shoulder. "Now then vampire, be a good boy and go fetch me Azrael's head and maybe I'll let you keep your little play toy, sound like a fair bargain?"