Another chapter of the book of Darksiders II
By
Alessia Bellitti / Shotgun
P 14 giu 2012 20:51
When another angel appeared between two trees, at a point where up to an instant before there had been none other than vacuum, Death was already moving. Caught between the hands of the celestial creature, a powerful Cannon tubes of bronze and iron plates fired barrage after barrage. Terrible energy discharges air, crepitando sailed and crackling and reducing ash trees. Metal fragments in soil they thrusted Benedict and trapassavano from side to side more massive trunks, while a sound of Thunder the tremble.
But none of this was the Knight.
Was never there when the bullets whizzing by, never in their range when it exploded. Moving with grace that not even the most lithe of the angels could match, driven by an instinct that verged precognition. He shifted every shot, rolling under bullets or scavalcandoli, and seemed to walk on tree trunks and even change direction in mid jump.
The rage that have characterized the Angel's face twisted its features even further. Her body shook with rage that began to affect aim cannon and weapon spat as quickly as he could physically press the trigger.
The Angel continued to miss the target. And it would have been infinitely more frustrated if he knew that his incessant barrage had failed even to ensure all the attention of death.
Where was blast, in the name of oblivion?
No one could be so clever by avvicinarglisi without that Death felt his presence, let alone an Angel with a bulky and noisy that it trailed behind a piece of artillery!
It was precisely at the time when the second angel appeared, opening fire from above — with an historiated halberd of runes that spat sparks strengths so fearsome that the presence of a blade seemed little more than an afterthought — the rider realised the inconsistency.
Before dying, Sarasael had described a barrage of energy and devastating explosions that had killed entire groves. Where were then all damages? Because the only gaps in vegetation and fallen trees to the ground were clearly the result of the blows he was dodging now?
Death would drop sharply to the side, letting the rain of bullets as, but avoided the two attackers was proving much harder than keeping only one head. "We cannot stop to discuss it?", he asked without much hope.
In response, a third angel, who challenged a halberd similar to top soldier, pulled from the trunk of a tree — or at least this is the impression that he — and took aim.
"The blood falls on your head, then".
Death is appiattì to the ground, with the right knee bent and the left leg stretched sideways, folded on itself so that her hair brushed against the ground. And in that moment, while bullets degli angeli you arch over his head and that his opponents could adjust the aims, from the depths of the Earth emerged the Mower.
The Knight jumped incredibly high, fast as if he had himself the feathered wings of angels. The Scythe was meeting at the height of its flight.
