He slowly exhales as he feels a surge of power throughout his whole body. Ōrder his body becoming lighter sleeker while feeling his veins burn. The archangel's body is moving in slow motion as the tip of his blade is thrust towards him "I can only maintain this for state for a brief moment before I am out of gas reckless offense it is" He thought .
Ducking under it as he quickly slashes through the armor with ease grazing the man's refined body then quickly flipping the blade into a reverse grip, he slashes downwards delivering a flurry of stabs , aiming to carve the angels heart out with repeated blows since he is unable to penetrate his heart when all of the sudden his wrist snapped.
"You have done rather well that power you have."The wielders of the power are few and far between but to think even at the beginning level of mastery you could constrict someone as strong as I for even a few moments."
[System reward acquired : The nameless blade] [Do you wish to bind it to you]
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[The Cursed Nameless Blade has found a new master]
[Weapon: The Nameless Blade/ Type: Concealed knife/ Level: 0/ Rank: Bronze/ Genre: Growth]
[Attributes: Shadow| Cursed| Soul/ Effects: +25% damage to all piercing attacks , +35% damage to all hidden attacks . When attacking consecutively 4 or more times in a row with only half a second in between strikes, inflict curse that will not heal and only worsen the targets condition on every strike. When attacking 10 % to inflict true damage, which will ignore armor or biological defenses . The user experiences dulled emotions and Curse of Weakness . ]
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description: A blade used by a line of angelic assassins to combat demonic regeneration. A blade such as this needs not a name for no one who encounters it shall live to speak of it even in death.It uses shadows of the victims it claims to enhance and empower itself resorting itself to its former glory and more.
Looking at the dark tint of the metal of the long thin knife with a slight curve near the tip with no guard on the black lightweight handle, he felt a pull a pleasant aura of death and shadows emitting from the blade. He started to feel the darkness easier to slip into and more powerful.
[Warning hostile movement has been detected by the motion sensors forcibly logging you out now that you are out of combat.]
Leaping onto the other side of the room, he opens a hidden compartment in the wall, taking a fistful of throwing needles . "Hello, gentlemen. How may I help you?"
"The government knows what you've done, and after seeing your work and knowing what you have at your disposal from the new reality coming."
"What would the government want with a man of my skills do they intend to play below the board with dealing with threats or what shall be my job ?"
The woman said, " They simply want you they want your skills and using your services to kill others who may be threats."
"What will my rewards be after all my services aren't cheap -" adjusting his mask to be more amicable, "What could the government offer that I wouldn't already receive myself ?"
"Gear and learning our black ops blade style. I believe it would suit you rather well, and on top of that, when you are in the USA, you will have total anonymity."
"That may be helpful, and as long as I'm given the new technology before it's publicly available, then my services will be available provided they don't decide to pursue me or cut loose ends."
Feeling a sudden hunger overtake him, he moves into the other representative who is covered up, where he can't determine the gender and slips into the shadow, feeling it drain while the man gulps and then breaks out into a coughing fit .
Feeling a newfound control over his body dashing towards the man and smacking the needle into his cardioid artery, he spins while every movement he makes feels more efficient down to his very cells . Seeing the lady reach for her revolver, he throws the needle into her tendon, the needle going just deep enough where she is unable to move her arm. "That was just a demonstration of what will come assuming that the government tries to end me. There will be a bloodbath unlike any other."
Holding his breath, he throws a can of tear gas, letting it fill the room before rushing out the door, sliding past the entrance. Taking a look at the windows of the roof, he notices the glare of a scope and then launches himself forward, feeling a sudden gust of wind ruffle his hair. He pivots his body with only ten feet to go, and he frowns, knowing he should have been shot. He retreats into the shadows, activating the emergency tracking on his phone he slumps down, collapsing .