After eight months, Ratella finally felt comfortable in trying his hand at defeating Orion at his full strength. Their grueling training had improved Ratella's ability to redirect and refine the divinity within his body into a purer, more powerful state, though he was still far too inexperienced to put it into practice effectively. His divinity was already purer than that of any other angels or devils at his age. His six wings and suspected close ties to Nuit are the leading causes for his powerful divinity.
His aversion to using his Edict was nothing, but his pride was a warrior taking over all reason. His opinion had swayed on that point, utilizing the Edict in combat to keep up with overwhelming foes, only using his Time Lord's Domain for dire situations involving the death of himself or a friend.
If Ratella could defeat Orion in single combat without using his Domain, he would prove himself worthy to both himself and Orion. The two stood at opposite ends of the arena, in the exact positions they had occupied eight months ago.
"You have come a long way in the span of a few months. Not any angels or devils I've come across in my immortal life span have learned a new technique so quickly."
"I appreciate that, but don't think I'll go easy on you because of those pretty words."
"Ha! I won't wish for that even in death. You'll have to kill or damage me severely to knock me out of berserk. Be ready to kill," declared Orion, snapping the restraints on his greatswords and bringing them to his sides.
"You're not the only one who will go berserk if I get a taste for blood. It's good you don't have any."
"Taste for blood? I absolutely know that angels don't have an ability of any sort. Are you sure you are an angel?"
"When did I say I was an angel? You just assumed I was."
Ratella didn't let Orion think more about his words, charging forward, Excabliur humming in his hands, its melody playing into Ratella's ears. He slashed viciously at the gap between his armor. The azure energy swirling calmly in the confines of his armor.
He positioned his wings to cover his eyes as he moved forward, tuning into the melody of Orion's greatswords. The process had gotten easier over the months.
All the divinity had been focused into his legs and wings; the sword met a similar metal barrier from his many fights with the giant. He had expected his outcome slipping under his looming greatswords, the blow only being a distraction to his main attack. Using the power in his legs and the momentum from slipping his attack, he positioned himself low to the ground, using his wings for support, and kicked outwards with both legs into the man's exposed back.
The impact caused Orion to falter, falling to his knees as the immense power collided with him. Ratella leaped backwards, surveying Orion's movements. He now knew better than to fall into a trap caused by arrogance and overconfidence. If he followed up, he would be playing into Orion's hand.
"You've grown; you would have fallen for that a couple of months ago."
Orion stood tall once again, going on the offensive this time, bursting towards him, his speed defying all sense of reason. He was a towering opponent but could move at inconceivable speeds. The two greatswords appeared at his neck, their intention to cleave his head clean off. He dropped low, dodging to the left of Orion's attack and following up on Orion's attack, taking the advantage presented to him. Their swords clashed against each other for a moment before Ratella evaded the incoming blow from the boot of his armor.
Ratella's wings were used in an unnatural way, defying all logic from other angel and devil kind. They weren't supposed to be used as weapons, but lifelines to be protected, and mainly just an important tool for flying.
He sharpened the tips of his wings, strengthening their durability. He commanded them to intercept Orion's greatswords. The wings impacted with his two greatswords, pushing Orion backwards for a moment, the flat side of his greatsword beginning to form small cracks in their surface.
Ratella knew Orion wouldn't allow his greatswords to crumble without taking the advantage gained by the distraction, so he moved to attack Orion, launching forward before rushing the divinity into his arms and sword.
Orion was distracted by fortifying his greatswords, ensuring they don't crumble, making him blind to the incoming Ratella. Orion's line of thought was that he wouldn't be able to move as his wings went on the attack.
Excalibur impacted against the helmet of Orion's form with a monstrous amount of force behind it, turning the helmet around many times and sending Orion's gigantic body free-falling across the arena.
Ratella quickly withdrew his wings to avoid stopping Orion's fall. He spun Excabliur around in his hand for a moment, shaking off the pain collecting in his hand at delivering that devastating attack.
"I haven't been this outclassed in a while since Ickni!" roared Orion, shifting into his berserk state, the helmet severely damaged, a piece annihilated by Ratella.
The azure energy oozed out of its form before being covered by rubble from the wall, stitching itself to his helmet. The rubble became part of Orion's body through the manipulation of the creation patch, which patched the hole.
The azure energy twisted and whirled chaotically, his serene state completely overruled by rage. The once blue colouring turned violet and crimson. A flood of malice oozes from Orion's form.