User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150625035224

''Abaddon slashes the crook widly...but the blow is stopped by a midnight black butterfly knife. Goldenheart rises to her hooves.''

GH: Just give up Abaddon. You cannot win.

Abaddon: Never! Fear cannot be kept down. I shall-!

''A sickening sound echos through the room. Two katanas sprout from Abaddon's chest. Abaddon looks at the bloodied Strongheart behind him.''

Abaddon: You think you've won? You have gained nothing! I will be back, and I will bring more with me the next time. Watch your back… Shrouded Apostle.

With that Abaddon bursts into a column of flame and dissapates.

Hawkwing feels the power of Ramiel leave his body, the battle over.

Ramiel:Rest… hosting an angel drains the vessel. Do not attempt any magic or you shall surely perish. Until next time, Hawkwing…

''The spirt of Ramiel leaves, Hawkwing just stands rooted in place, confused. His flank now dons a mark. A light candle surronded by blackness. The symbol of hope. The light of hope beaconing you through the blackness of fear.''