The Free Plain

Hours had shifted into longer periods of time, waning on days on end as Samael takes flight among the clouds above. Dark, translucent wings illustriously shine as he observes Catriona from above, his patience having diminished severely. It was a wonder how he managed to scrounge up the ability to continue falling her, but perhaps this was a test for himself. He had always been quick to dismiss matters, and his impatience often led to sloppy work, or other issues down the line. Perhaps that was why he struggled to hunt down monsters, as they were around for far more than he's been. Regardless, he doesn't have time to reflect upon his choices in life, and how to improve the massive amount of flaws to his person. There was an opening - Catriona appeaed to be staring at something or another. Perhaps she had been praying, and it brought a grin to Samael's face. She would need some sort of protection from her prayers, if that was the case. His body shifts as his wings expand exponentially, before shattering out right and leaving him airborne. Within a few moments, he's free-falling from a relatively safe height, his hand extending outward. A massive great-sword emerges from flowing waves of shadowed energy around his arm, and he prepares to confront his target at last.

The intense amount of blood-lust, bottled up for days is unleashed in that moment..it was enough for nearby animals and even people to feel, and his presence was certainly one that was not to be ignored. Catriona would find herself in a situation that involved quick thinking, as a large crater was about to be formed where she stood, his sword wrenching backward in preparation for a dynamic entry.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHA! FINALLY!!!!!"

A searing, righteous heat can be felt radiating in the air, and Samael instinctively expels more dark energy from his person. Searing red heat threatens to escape from his maw, causing his cheeks to gently glow as his head whips upward, his hand rising to grip the side of his face. It irritated his very essence to feel that power nearby, and the pulsing blade illuminates a bright purple with his intense anger. Where had both of these individuals come from, had this foolish human managed to successfully entrap him out here? No...there was likely no correlation between the trio, and he finds himself shifting his blade to shield itself in front of him. He still had no idea where Crow had come from, and his caution is evident - he's outnumbered, and perhaps out-powered.

But...

"I owe you no explanation, -Angel-. This doesn't concern you righteous types, get out of my way! This is my test to complete, you won't impede my growth!" He roars out, his right foot planting itself into the ground with immense pressure. Within a moment, he's causing an implosion of earth to fall beneath his feet, caving in the terrain as he launches himself toward the Angel. From there, his large Great-sword winds back over his shoulder, spinning twice while in the air!

He attempts to slam his weapon into the woman's own, though in a fair contest of strength, it was likely she'd be flying back. Her lithe frame seemed more inclined to energy or magical attacks, and thus he uses this assessment to test her. Perhaps he'd gauge wrong, but it was a risk he needed to take..especially if he needed to deal with both of them. Immediately following the strike, the glowing blade would become completely immersed in energy, before he delivers a quickly timed slash down toward the humanoid woman and her horse. He'd make it difficult for Crow to protect both women, if only to even the playing field. He was quite gutsy, or arrogant to presume he could stand up against two of these potentially older beings.

Samael was too distracted with the task of combatting several enemies at once, though the mortal woman was of little consequence, if those arrows were completely normal. His eyes shift toward the Angel as she rushes towards him, ascertaining a blocking stance as he holds the great sword out before him. It's positioned in a diagonal manner, the flat of his left hand upon the blade, while his right wrist rotates, compensating for the balance by holding the weapon up. Should she attempt to clash with him, he'd be sent flying downwards at high speeds, twisting whilst in air. Arrows quickly fly toward him on his descent from his previous area, batting them away with his blade in a hasty attempt to avoid being nicked. Perhaps one arrow manages to lodge itself in his arm, though he removes it as if it is an annoyance. Touching down upon the ground once more, he takes note of the growing shadows surrounding the area. His eyes lid as he quickly shifts away from the radius, leaping along natural rock formations to keep himself out. He wasn't sure what abilities this was, but he'd refrain from risking its effects. Demonic energy gathers around him as he extends his hand toward the group, managing to acquire some high ground through high speed movement.

"Who are you to judge what is evil, and what isn't? I do what I will to survive this shit-hole, and having some condescending old man trying to tell me what's right and wrong isn't in my schedule. Step outta the way, you don't know the first thing about Demons, and pretending to just makes ya' look ignorant." He retorts, taking the opportunity to mount a defense, should it be required.

...This was getting a bit racey, but his pride rooted him within the general area, as if refusing to back down from the challenge - despite the monumental odds that continued to stack up against him. The area grows colder around Samael, those whom approached him too closely would be able to see thick mist escape from their breath.