Balthazar pushes his Grace forward, again leading the efforts. It only makes sense; he's the newest prisoner and therefore the least drained and damaged by captivity. He won't blow out the entirety of his Grace in these efforts, but he'll try to take the brunt of the risk, and do as much of the heavy lifting as he can.
"Almost..." His voice echoes over angel radio. "Try to land close together. We'll need one another."
When the wards give, there's a brief backlash, like getting hit with a fine-stranded electric whiplash. There are winces and cries of pain, and tumble of confusion, and then the bottom drops out beneath them and all the angels of their little group will either fall or fly.
Most of them are beyond flying at this point.
Below, any living humans with enough cognizance left to look skyward will see a meteor shower. Small and brief but all the brighter for that, the cluster of lights fall toward the earth in a matter of minutes. Somehow, it's a vision that feels less ominous than the skyfire caused by demonic events in the past months.
Balthazar hits the earth hard, in a Walmart parking lot at the edge of a small, dying farm town. The store has been heavily looted, and his landing leaves a huge crater in the asphalt and kicks up a shower of glass and gravel and dust. Abandoned shopping carts flip and tumble, pieces breaking off, and as the shrapnel settles, a cart wheel spins in a slow circle, losing momentum until it rattles and flops in the grass. Equally wobbly, the angel rises in a crouch, hand to his head, and looks for evidence that other siblings have landed nearby.
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Date: 2015-02-08 12:53 am (UTC)"Almost..." His voice echoes over angel radio. "Try to land close together. We'll need one another."
When the wards give, there's a brief backlash, like getting hit with a fine-stranded electric whiplash. There are winces and cries of pain, and tumble of confusion, and then the bottom drops out beneath them and all the angels of their little group will either fall or fly.
Most of them are beyond flying at this point.
Below, any living humans with enough cognizance left to look skyward will see a meteor shower. Small and brief but all the brighter for that, the cluster of lights fall toward the earth in a matter of minutes. Somehow, it's a vision that feels less ominous than the skyfire caused by demonic events in the past months.
Balthazar hits the earth hard, in a Walmart parking lot at the edge of a small, dying farm town. The store has been heavily looted, and his landing leaves a huge crater in the asphalt and kicks up a shower of glass and gravel and dust. Abandoned shopping carts flip and tumble, pieces breaking off, and as the shrapnel settles, a cart wheel spins in a slow circle, losing momentum until it rattles and flops in the grass. Equally wobbly, the angel rises in a crouch, hand to his head, and looks for evidence that other siblings have landed nearby.