Chris faced the gorge where the battle was to take place, after creating and changing tracks to hide their presence he studied the troops of demons below. All watching the supplies and the surrounding area, Zeke was perched on a pile of supplies, lounging as he waited. He knew Chris was watching and he appeared relaxed, Chris glowered as he wanted to beat his master sensless. Did he think him a fool? A weakling unworthy of the barest caution? Annoyed he turned to his group of soldiers, Lebaux was leading his own assault on the other side of the gorge, where Iram was holding his post. "Were here to prove we can take back waht is ours."Chris spoke. "Not to kill the demons, fight them and take control of the supplies. Leave the King and the Wrath Master to Lebaux and I."
"Paladin, what do we do after we get the supplies?" A soldier asked.
"Escape with them."Chris spoke. "Lebaux and I will hold off the commanders and you flee. We'll catch up afterwards." Chris spoke. He enforced his authority with darkened eyes, they nodded though they looked wary. "If you lose sight of us it is because we are fighting in an area we cant hurt you in."
Chris turned back to the gorge and signaled Lebaux. Donning his White Knight armor Chris dove into the gorge, disguised in his new armor, none of the demons would be able to tell it was him fighting. He was fighting the demons so the angels were pleased, the demons were fighting rebels, so Hell was pleased. And now as Chris materialized his sword and clashed with Zeke he was pleased.
Zeke smirked when he'd seen Chris lead his assault on the demons, with express orders to hurt and capture the humans he was amused to know that they were looking forward to battle. Looking into the opaque helment his slave was wearing he smirked. They could battle as adversaries before Zeke took his fun to a new level. For now this was convenient. He could expend his excess energy and relax his nerves. Zeke summoned a dagger to his hand and they danced around, battle waged between them, some deaths occured... or possibly just maiming. Zeke smirked, "You command a strong army Paladin." He hissed into the helment.
"Of course, they fight for balance." Chris growled back and their flurry of blows continued. They danced back and clashed once more. Zeke rowled as a dagger filled chris' palm and he struck. His blade sinking deep into Zeke's arm; with a howl he broke their hold and ripped the knife out his eyes dangerous.
"You'll pay for that handsomly slave." Zeke snarled and lunged, they went to the ground, a tangled mess of punching hands, kicking feet. How he'd missed this! Zeke snorted as white light filtered out, leaping back Zeke watched as great golden wings of light spread wide, a long whiote coat with gold armor on t adorned his slave. Oddly it suited him. Zeke smirked as their fight started anew, Chris' attacks held more brute strength in them... more force. With a roar Zeke shifted into his demon form and they begna to battle with energy. Chris lunged again and grabbed Zeke by the waiest, they teleported into the desert, the sand blanketing the landing. Zeke stared up inshock before he saw Chris loom over him, his armor and coat gone. That devious smile on his slaves face was Zeke's undoing.One arm shot out and pulled Chris against him, their mouths locking in a hot passionate kiss.