There was a savage rage to each and every strike of Azrael's claymore. That normally heavy weapon so often rendered its user powerful and yet slow upon the battlefield. Azrael's combination of demonic strength and light speed so acting as the perfect counter. That powerful weapon swung as easily and swiftly as any sword in a continual assault upon the dark hunter whom had dared to set foot on his boat. The energy that surrounded Alexander was unlike anything Azrael had ever seen before. He desired to....destroy it, eliminate it, remove it from his very sight and yet that power was unfathomable. Whatever this Hunter was capable off this was merely the veritable tip of that iceberg. How determined Azrael was to push that man to his very limits if he could. Azrael's relentless, high speed assault continued. Alexander's own speed was nearly as swift, the hunter dodging each blow before that last and final feint. An attack that attempted to lead the Macedonain to make a mistake. One that would cost him dearly if he fell for the ploy. Azrael pivoted uon one foot, his free leg swinging wide in a truly impressive roundhouse kick aimed squarely at Alexander. The hunter's own sword were quick to disappear, his hands reaching up to boldly catch Azrael's ankle in his one hand, his other coming to rest on the demons calf in an effort to deflect that potent strike. Azrael's leg, however, was hardly the true point of assault. That snake like tail was quick to lash forward, its deadly barbed point speared towards Alexander with force. The Hunter was forced to release his limb, Azrael assured of that tail strike all the same before the screeching of metal filled the air. A singular, metal plate from the floor of the ship reared upward, acting as a shield, the tip of Azrael barbed tail collided with that steel- puncturing through it and yet that deflection had been enough to prevent it striking the Hunter who shielded behind it.

A hiss of outrage was spat from Azrael's lips, those pointed teeth bared towards Alexander in disdain. How dare that Hunter take control of his ship! Azrael's gaze cut sideways ever so briefly. The man caught sight of those icicles for the first time. Serafina. Fucking Serafina. Maybe she was working with this Hunter to bring down his home! He would kill them both. The flicker of Alexander's sword prompted Azrael's attention back to the battle at hand as the Hunter lunged forward with lightning speed. Azrael's tail was wrenched backwards and out of that metal plate, the claymore within his hands was spun effortlessly side on to act as a shield of sorts as he moved to parry each blow. Azrael Stepped backward with every strike, the demon forced to give ground beneath Alexander's relentless assault. His shoes splashed into the water that dripped from the icicles Serafina had punctured through the hull of his ship and yet for now Azrael paid them no heed. His tail brushed agianst the cold steel wall of the ship. Alexander having forced him back to the very wall! Inexcusable. Another roar of outrage rose within his throat. Azrael was determined to take back control of that battle. Both hands reached to grasp his weapon, Azrael shoving that Claymore forcefully into the hunter in an effort to force him back- a brief moment of open space appearing beneath the pair with that effort before the light around Azrael seemed to flare once more as he reached for another of his affinities.

"Everybody rise for the King."

Those very words were little more then a hiss toward Alexander alone as that affinity for gravity ensnared the Hunter firmly, Azrael content to launch Alexander upward and toward the rafters of that ship before holding him in place high above that battlefield. Leaving him to flail high in that gravitational hold. A rumbling chuckle rose within the demons throat as Azrael tossed that claymore behind him, the weapon caught effortlessly by his tail. The mans clawed hands left free before Azrael leapt toward the nearest wall. The demon effortlessly scaled the side of that ship like the demonic animalistic creature he was until he had reached the hight of his victim. Azrael's muscles tightened, the Hunter leaped from the ship's wall out and toward his hanging, flailing prey. That twist in mid-air was near graceful, Azrael pivoting to swing that Claymore held in his tail directly toward the unfortunate Alexander, that gravity removed at the same moment as that blade aimed to strike the hunter to send Alexander absolutely plummeting back to the ground below.

Azrael's own figure twisted mid air once more, the man aided by that gravity to a far more gentle landing then what he had attempted to offer his companion. Azrael crashed back to earth moments after his enemy, that water he had landed within splashing at his ankles as his gaze searched for what remained of the Hunter. He's surely shattered every bone in his body....

Serafina was going to drown them all! Dorian's silver gaze was quick to find the witch amongst the fleeing crowd. The majority of those beings had already been desperately attempting to get away from Alexander and Azrael, any who remained had been more then motivated by those icicles to abandon the Ark before it sun entirely. Serafina, for her part however, hardly seemed perturbed by her own outlandish destruction. Dorian was quick to move away from the walls and press closer to Sebastian. The vampire so representing a certain measure of safety and yet why he felt so strongly as such the Monarch hardly knew. Then again, Sebastian had handled himself effortlessly on that battlefield so far. Between the two of them they could surely bring that ice queen to a stop, could they not? That plan was, perhaps, made in some degree of haste and yet they had truly little time to discuss those specifics. The assured nod of Sebastian's head was quick to prompt Dorian to cloak himself in that invisibility before the Monarch moved wide and around Serafina in the hopes of striking her from behind while Sebastian provided a suitable means of distraction.

The ribbons Sebastian summoned in his efforts to do just that so managed to capture Serafina's attention. The witch so unwisely underestimating their power. Even Dorian himself so hardly knew exactly what those red threads did and yet how surely he could sense a certain sort of....power within them. Something far different to most affinities. They possessed and....age of sorts. A subtle and yet unbreaking power. How very much he would liked to have studied them, to ask Sebastian about them in their entirety! Later perhaps, when their very lives did not depend on such a thing. Dorian continued to move silently around Serafina, the woman, for now, appearing fixated upon Sebastian as he readied his blades for that strike. That sudden feeling of cold was far more intense then anything the Monarch had ever felt! His very body seemed to freeze in place as those icicles ensnared him. Dorian incapable of holding that invisibility. The Monarch was forced to drop that affinity as he became visible once more. His entire figure frozen beneath Serafina's power. This was...unanticipated. It was so terribly cold! Dorian could hardly prevent the subtle shaking of his muscles as he shivered near violently beneath that hold.

"Get off me!"

Serafina's fingers trailed up his arm before her head came to rest upon his shoulder, the Monarch leaning as far away from her as he possibly could as she all but taunted Sebastian. Dorian's gaze near desperately found Sebastian's own in that silent cry for help. He was freezing. The very world had begun to appear near....hazy with that rapid drop in his body temperature. He could hardly move his hands enough to summon those blades, nor even his crayons to be able to draw some sort of weapon. He could not hold that invisibility in these temperatures- indeed he was left with only one true option. The use of this affinity was entirely subtle.One undetectable beneath the sheer power that exploded from Azrael and Alexander and even Serafina herself. Dorian so effortlessly sought that very energy that flowed within Serafina's veins. Something far richer than blood. That very life. It was easy, once he had taken hold, to slowly but surely begin to drain that life from her. Tugging at her energy, her power, her soul- her life piece by piece. A slow and steady drain. Pulling that life from her and into himself so stealthily it was near indetectable. The witch sure to become weaker and weaker and weaker, slowly but surely. Dorian so hardly sought to draw attention to just what he was doing. Sebastian perhaps, capable of detecting that very thing if only by those subtle changes in the witches body. The vampire sure to be presented with a moment to strike. How wrong Serafina had been to believe Sebastian was the parasite.

Matteo's gaze shifted from his Father to his son and back again as those two distinctly separate battles unfolded. It had been centuries since he had seen Alexander take on this form. The Macedonian, so far, doing little but tying with Azrael in an attempt, Matteo suspected, to gauge the demon's strength as the pair struck and parried in a blur of light no mortal being could ever dream of competing with. It was near...dazzling to watch that pair as they fought. They were near evenly matched in speed and strength- at least for now. Alexander, Matteo knew, was capable of far, far more. The Hunter had finally begun to press back agianst Azrael, the demon forced back to the far wall of the ship. That forcible yield seemed to prompt another level of strength within the demon as Azrael unleashed that rather irritating ability for gravity. Alexander was sent skyward, matteo so merely watching with a rather apt curiosity as his father was left, hovering in mid air- only for Azrael to scale the side of the ship like some sort of demented lizard before leaping out to slash downward with that claymore and send Alexander plummeting back to earth. It was, admittedly, a rather skilful move. Almost flamboyant enough for Matteo himself to consider using. The Frenchman rested that bow within his hands upon the beam of the rafter he stood on before using it to lean agianst in a fashion almost lackadaisical. The near ancient fae having largely been forgotten by both their enemies. How unfortunate.

Matteo's gaze continued to peer into the slowly rising ankle deep water below, if only to make sure Alexander was entirely intact. Really, Azrael was surely only making the older Hunter mad at this point. How loath Matteo was to miss Alexander's returning punishment and yet Dorian and Sebastian seemed to require his assistance perhaps a little more. Serafina, like Azrael, had morphed into something entirely different within this world. The woman was more powerful if not...darker in her intentions. Dorian's plan was not entirely terrible and yet the ice witch knew her capabilities far more than his own son did. That ice was quick to ensnare Dorian as Serafina attempted to goad the incubus into going after Azrael for her. Serafina all but draped herself over Dorian then. As if the Fae King was furniture. Hmmm, how intriguing it would be too see how the incubus handled something that was his being touched by another.The incubi, by definition, were a terribly....territorial species. That ice however, was chilling Dorian to the bone. That was enough of that. Matteo's bow rose with simple efficacy. That arrow appeared within it before it pointed directly at Serafina's chest. He would end that witch before she brought any harm to his alternate son. Matteo's fingers tensed as he drew that drawstring back, that arrow mere milliseconds from firing before he paused.

"What on earth?"
Dorian's power was near imperceptible and yet the age-old Fae had not lived centuries upon this earth without being able to recognise those subtle signs. Dorian was doing....something and yet even Matteo was hardly aware of exactly what it was. Still, perhaps he could help provide them an opening. Matteo, here and now, content to allow each of those battles to play out how fate dictated without playing his own hand. At least- not too much. The true extent of how own powers were hardly needed in either of these fights. They just needed a touch of what he had to offer. Matteo was content to play the role of guardian as he so often did. That arrow within his bow was drawn once more- before being fired with a striking accuracy. The arrow shot directly toward Serafina and Dorian, slamming into the ground in that miniscule space between the pair. That strike surely was enough to force Serafina to step back- before that arrow suddenly burst into flames. That fire was nothing short of harmless to Dorian as it licked at his skin, chasing the ice and cold away. Those flames however, were far more determined to consume Serafina as they lunged to catch her legs and feet, aiming to light the fabric off her clothing on fire while offering Sebastian a chance to lunge towards her in turn.

Another arrow readily found its way to Matteo's bow, the Frenchman pivoting neatly atop that beam to send that arrow directly at Azrael. The tip of the arrow met its mark, slicing through the flesh of Azrael's right shoulder. The Demon whirled to face him then as Matteo sent another and another arrow at the demon, each one a perfectly aimed shot, forcing Azrael to focus upon him to deflect those blows, affording Alexander every chance to finish that creature off.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.