Sector N [Moon Massacre Event]

The adversary Dellapero was waiting for finally made their debut, but they were hardly what he expected to see. A spiritual energy far from weak, but not as terrifying powerful as he was hoping dawned across the area. An unseen white mass gathered together, forging from the void the figure of what appeared to be a lone child equipped with a giant crossbow. They appeared non-threatening, but he knew better. Not just from their spiritual energy, but more from the nature they gave off. He could feel the killer intent that resonated from their being. The darkness that forged their soul and the destruction they intended to unleash upon the battle field. Things were about to get real.

The Unknown reached for his own weapons as soon as he picked up on that vile presence they carried themselves with. His dominant hand unsheathed one of his twin swords, The other reached behind his back and removed the restraints from his fire arm. It appeared like an ordinary shotgun from the period of the second great war, but upon any attention, a dense coating of spiritual energy gave away its actual merit. In truth, all of the man's weapons were originally mundane instruments. Over time fighting in sync with his ever growing power though, they evolved just like he did. Each blade was like a zanpakto linked to his soul, the steel that forged them reinforced millions of times over to a level where few things could contend with their quality.

Dellapero's eyes picked up on the forming material at the girl's fingertips. Despite the distance and how small the blast appeared, he could pick up on it easily enough..What was moire concerning was the way it was aimed. The attack wasn't intended to just strike the man that broke through Shadowfall lines, but the entire Vanguard battalion of the sector! His eyes narrowed, his enthusiasm for a good food doused in flames at that motion. He wanted to enjoy himself in battle, but when people like this took it upon themselves to wipe out entire legions of people on a whim instead of focusing on their actual opponent? It pissed him off!

The sword in the Human's hand began to glow. A bright blinding light resonated from the weapon. Soldiers on both sides were forced to shield their eyes or be blinded by the building light. The steel morphed, becoming more than a mundane sword. It turned a pure shade of white, extending to the length and width of a giant bastard sword! Its reach and weight both increased dramatically, but more than that, the very nature of it became something unexpected! Purifying energy started to course from the man's body. His green sparks were met with a coating of flowing power that resonated like the holy energy of an angel.

He pressed his feet against the ground, ready to move to intercept the attack without question. The ground cracked under his feet. The twin spiral of green spiritual power and divine light compacted around his flesh, increasing his strength and speed substantially before the battle even started! He wasn't about to let people die for his own selfish desire for a proper battle. If need be, he was prepared to take things a step further without question! Fortunately this wouldn't be needed.

Just as Dellapero was about to move, an unknown figure from the Vanguard's secondary line appered in the beam's path! They blocked it nearly effortlessly somehow, capturing the concentrated electrons and attempting to return them to the one that created them. With that brief moment to finish setting the stage, the swordsman redirected his new surge of power. He needed to deal with the entire army of fodder so he could focus on this ne threat without pause. He planted his foot into the ground, his blade pulled behind him to gather momentum and position for a single arced slash!

The Unknown soldier swung his glowing blade in a perfect arc! He swung it completely around his body and toward the enemy lines of the remaining demons. It made a complete rotation by the end of the motion, the strength of the swing breaking the landscape below the man's feet and leaving a perfectly shaped crated around him. That wasn't the intent of the attack though! As it spun around him, a large wave of white energy spilled out from the weapon. It had a feeling to it that confused the remnants of Shadowfall's army. The blast was huge, encompassing hundreds upon hundreds of feet in every direction and heading for the remaining force. It appeared to have no destructive power with it at all though! The land was untouched, the fallen Demons not even harmed as the energy passed over their fallen forms. Could the entire thing have been an illusion to scare them?

That thought, along with the speed the technique carried was more than enough to let it hit every mark! The wave ripped through the lines of soldiers, passing through dozens of them at once and capturing the vast majority of the demonic army in one foul swoop! Just as before, no damage was incurred by the attack. When the wave passed through the entire legion, not a single soul had been wounded or killed. In fact, they seemed perfectly fin e! The fighting continued for several seconds...But the effect was painfully clear the moment each Demon was touched by the purifying light. Not only would it be discomforting due to its purifying nature, but the majority of those struck by it would find their energy stripped from them in that single moment! Hundreds of soldiers fell to the ground, their consciousness stripped from them and their spiritual energy reduced to nothingness. Only a hand full of the lesser attackers would remain, and even they would have hardly any energy to spare were they touched by the wave of light.

Dellapero turned his head back to Zwei, having done away with any distraction that would have got in his way. Few of the invading forces were dead, but an equally few were conscious. The man leaped from the ground, rising at sonic speeds to meet at the same height as the ghostly child that remained. He was thankful for his unexpected allies debut, but that would be a remark to be made later. The swordsman was ready to move at any given moment, his usual smile replaced by an agitated frown. From the ground below, millions of energy particles rapidly began to rise after him! They accumulated along the length of his blade. The light bringer did more than just siphon the energy from the thousands of Demons below, but was absorbing it as well! The Vanguard operative's entire body slowly started to glow as more and more energy was purified and fused with his body. In a matter of moments, all of that power would be processed and added to his supply for the upcoming battle. Even with all that energy, his power seemed oddly abysmal. It could only compare to a Lieutenant at best..Much like his new-found opponent, it was a ruse that kept his true power hidden from the woman ahead of him.

Before addressing the Devil Iramasha, the man turned to the remaining Vanguard soldiers from the original clash with the Demon hoard. Many were still alive, but that would change if they got in the way of a fight on this scale. he briefly shouted at the army giving them warning of what was to come. Though given his lack of rank, they could very well ignore him. He made the attempt non-the-less!

" Everyone not on the caliber of at least a Commander should fall back now! The hoard has fallen! There is no need to waste your lives at this point. I'll take care of this along with those that think themselves ready for this kind of fight!"

The man stood in the artificial air, his entire body resonating with green sparks and vibrant white light. He pointed his blade forward as reishi continued to rapidly be absorbed by the weapon and returned his attention to Zwei. A sigh escaped him, his emerald eyes looking over the child while trying to feel out just how malicious their intentions were. After such an attempt a moment ago though? He already knew the answer. Grance spoke one more time, giving a single warning much like Rachel had before him. His spoke with an authoritative booming voice, taking things much more seriously than he had been a minute ago.

" Here I was thinking I'd have an opponent that wouldn't go right ahead and try to slaughter everyone as soon as they showed up. Unfortunately for you, even my leniency has a line. Turn back or I can't promise you won't get hurt by the end of this!"

And by hurt? He meant death. In his current state, it was very unlikely..But he had a feeling this may push him to the point of actual lethality..That was never pretty. Anything less could very well spell his own demise though. Grance waited for an answer, or more likely an attack in response. His senses were honed, his weapons dawned and ready for anything to come his way, and an enormous amount of energy was moments from surging through his body. There wouldn't be any restraint for an enemy like this; only complete subjugation from the might of his unbreakable will!