Extreme Methods (Archangel)

Hazor, Earth-218, CRDNCE-218 [06/07/2022]
Archangel hits the ground with a thud. Seraph walks up and commands, "Get back up." Archangel groans in pain and slowly picks himself up. He readies himself again and Seraph advances on him. Archangel deflects a few blows but leaves himself open. Seraph lands a hit on his right cheek that sends him flying. He lands again with a loud thud and a grunt. Seraph waits for him to get up and encourages, "You can't beat the Archmages with a display like that.'

Archangel had asked the Seraph for training after his first run in with the Archmage of Power. He had told him all about it and even showed classified footage of the encounter. Seraph happily agreed to train him and warned him he wouldn't be kind about it. Archangel had been punched, kicked, zapped, burned, and blinded for 3 days at this point. His hair has been singed slightly, with his face tattoo he regrettedly got as a teenager completely burned away and replaced with slight scarring on his cheeks. His body physique had changed slightly, with more toned arms and legs. Due to the sheer power of Seraph's onslaught nonstop, it had taken an effect on him physically and physiologically. Despite all this, he got back up to try again.

Archangel gets up and gets into the fighting stance Seraph taught him to which he responds by advancing again. Archangel learned from his past mistake and blocked and dodged most of his punches and kicks but faltered at the electric shockwave. Seraph shakes his head and scolds, "Archie you have to be ready for attacks like that. Bad guys pull out an ability all the time. You have to learn to be ready for it." Archangel looks down and nods. He says, "It's just, your abilities hit so much harder than what I got hit with by the Archmage."

"That's the idea. You need to be hit with hard attacks. That way, the mage fucks will be easy to deal with. It'll feel like a fly landed on you."

"Okay, then I will prepare for that attack."

Archangel gets ready for Seraph. He gets into a stance and dogs his feet into the ground. Seraph shoots a large beam of light at Archangel. He takes the hit and keeps his feet on the ground. He gives a grunt and moves forward. The beam was around 30x stronger than what the Archmage of Power fired at Witch, Specter, Strongman, and the Archmage of Defense. It's been fired on him around a hundred times now over the past few days of training. It was an extreme attack, but gradually Archangel was able to withstand it. He started off on his ass as soon as the beam came out, but now he's taking it with stride.

He endured the beam for a few more minutes and then disperses it using his arms. He pants heavy and holds himself up using a nearby tree. He looks at Seraph and gives a thumbs up. Seraph smiles and compliments, "Good job dude. Ready for the real one?" Archangel's eyes widened. "R-real one?" he stammers. Seraph chuckles and explains, "You thought that was my real attack? You realize that move was even weaker than Bria's lightning strike? That one destroyed a gas giant planet." Archangel looks in disbelief. He had taken three days struggling with that one wave of light and just got it down pat. Now he's finding out there's an even stronger ability up his mentor's sleeve.

Archangel bucks up and says, "I am ready for the next phase." Seraph gives a thumbs up and walks towards his side of the training area. Archangel gets ready and plants his feet to the ground yet again. But this time, Seraph didn't throw a wave of light or fire out of his hand. Seraph looked at Archangel and simply raised up his hand and snapped his fingers. Archangel looks confused but is given a hint by the Seraph. He points his finger up at the sky. When Archangel looks up he sees an area in the clouds slowly get brighter. It increases in intensity until a gargantuan holy beam of light, fire, and electricity splits the clouds and lands onto Archangel. The celestial torrent pummels into the ground where Archangel stood for 6 minutes, to which it fades slowly after. Where Archangel once stood, is now a crater that's around 33 feet in diameter and 42 feet deep. Seraph walks up to the crater and looks down. He laughs as he sees Archangel laying on his back.

His face is full of shock and surprise. But he's relatively unhurt. Seraph jumps down and helps Archangel up. Seraph asks, "Well, how was it?" Archangel looks at Seraph and says with a meek tone, "I think I'm ready for now." Seraph pats him on the back and explains, "Every time you get hit with what would be a life ending move or attack, you build tolerance to it. It's just how we are. I knew you wouldn't die with that move I just did, and I was even holding back. Now you have heavy resistance to that amount of force and power since your cells are used to it now. Think of it like an evolution, you'll only keep getting stronger and tougher. It'll just take some time. I mean look at me, it took me a good four to five years to become what I am now. You're still young, you'll get there."

Archangel looks at Seraph and nods. He thinks about the first fight with the Archmage of Power. He remembers the end of it, with Imperialist casually incapacitating the powerful sorcerer and casually insulting the new threats that appeared. She had no fear in her whatsoever. In fact, none of the Precocious Squadron even flinched at the threats that had almost absolutely killed Void, Witch, and the others. He remembers the look of fear on the Archmages face as Imperialist absorbed his magic and amplified it tenfold right in front of him with the lift of her finger. The Archmage of Power looked like child's play matched up against the one dubbed as the Aspect of Power. Archangel, and he believes the rest of the Roundtable, had sorely underestimated what their new partners can do.

Seraph ruffles his hair and asks, "So, you think you're ready?" Archangel nods and responds, "I at least won't die."

"Have you guys used that Codex yet?"

"Uh, no, not yet."

"It'll help a lot. I mean, a lot. Tell Wizard and Witch to learn spells from it. Show those assholes a new trick or two."

"I'll get on that. Thank you Seraph."

"Of course. I think you guys will do fine."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah. You basically have the same powers as me. Void basically can't stay dead, one is basically dead, you got a poison-creating semi-human, an almost unbeatable bodyguard, an electric powerhouse, and you have mages. That's a very colorful group. You got this."

"I appreciate your assistance."

"Anytime. Also, you should take this since I kinda...burned your clothes."

Seraph hands Archangel a hoodie and sweatpants. "It's very casual," Archangel comments as he puts the clothes on. He twirls around and checks the chest of the hoodie to see both the CACG emblem and the Seraphim emblem on it. He smiles at Seraph and he responds, "We're not much for uniforms. Also these clothes are extremely durable. Can't be ripped, burned, or dematerialized easily. Bellona made it to fit you perfectly."

"Tell Ms. Timothy I thank her."

"Of course Archie."

Archangel shakes Seraph's hand and Seraph's face lights up. "Oh! And one more thing. What I want you to do is think of a place you've been or seen and want to go and snap your fingers," he says with excitement. Archangel looks confused but then nods in confirmation. He looks down and starts thinking. Seraph backs away and waves.

Archangel looks a bit confused but thinks of Geo-7. He snaps his fingers and a lightning bolt envelopes him. Within an instant, he finds himself back at Arthur's Bay. He looks around, extremely confused. He looks down and sees a light burn mark where he stands and realizes he just transported back home through a lightning bolt. He chuckles a bit and says to himself, "Thank you Seraph. I won't let you down."