The Chosen (story rp, open.)

[SRuiz]

PAster's usual features were hidden away under his now animal form. He could turn back normal, but that would ruin the surprise. Amidst the blue fires of the bomb did Ishphael still lay, waiting upon its heavenly name to be called to return to its user. Aster could call out to it sure, but unlike previous times where his words could be said with his lips, he could now create a telepathic link with the blade, where it would hear his voice as if he said it aloud. As Koji had done before, Aster was now analyzing the weak points of the armor, most notably the joints. Amidst the grip, the Orc left himself exposed to a quick attack, but that matter had to be dealt with rather effectively if the child was to be saved and Ryne was to be left unharmed and out of the enemy's snare.

"Isphael!" his mind thought aloud free of anyone attempting to pry further. "Come!" the blade moved with the unnatural swiftness of an angel itself, tearing itself through the air as it offered no noise in its arriving. As the Orc was in front of it, the blade would go through the beast, but not through the armor. Chances were it was possible if the theory of Malik's dark magic could be countered with Divine Magic were to be tested, but there was only one exact spot it was aiming for: the joints and chains that held the arms. It would spin wildly through, the heavenly Magic tearing through the Orc's arm and effectively releasing Ryne -who was now swapped for a rock- had it succeeded when the two switched. Had it not, then the Elf had just failed miserably.