Chapter 286: Black Wedding

"Might.....of.....Samson.." He'd utter, coursing the spell across his body, as he'd try to lunge out a straight onto the Bride, the force behind the punch enough to blast strong winds towards her, slamming her into a wall, having it break the barrier through its impact. Again and again he would lunge such pressure, forcing the Groom to flank on his side and try to strike him, its arms now forming into maces. The Biblical Sorcerer, however, was quick to sidestep, evading such relentless swings and getting close enough to headbutt his stomach, a large crack across the cavity, before Solomon scaled up further to deliver another straight into the mask itself, ripping it clean off of the stick, blinding it once more. He'd use this window of opportunity to lunge a straight punch, followed by a knee and a roundhouse kick straight into the Bride, preventing her from trying to recover to copy the Groom's moves.

In this instance, he'd close in and bash his shoulder into the two, having the barrier break further upon impact, quickly climbing up once more to grab ahold of the chain and mace, snapping it, swinging the weapon around to cause further damage onto her chest and arms, trying to snap the blade in two. The Bride showed no reaction to the pain, only loading up the stump and chest cavity to blast and barrage the boy with rocket fire and bullets ablaze, forcing Solomon to push himself away with a kick to the Groom's hip, acting as a suitable floor to hop off of. The Bride would weave her body around her lover to give chase, her legs now shifting into an assortment of pins and saws, crawling across the hall like a spider, the saws swinging in similar motions. The Biblical Sorcerer merely kept up, weaving to and fro whenever the blades came close, not even letting his hair be cut by them. He'd grab ahold of her spikes, ripping it clean off and striking at the saws, trying to break such edges and dull the weapon enough to be useless. In retaliation, the Bride merely swapped her weapons around, her chest now having a spear-like point, and her usable arm now a functional bazooka, falling over on her side just so that she can have a clear view of the child, pulling the trigger the second she got an opening.

KA-BOOM!!!!

 The explosion pushed the two away, having the Bride recall her weaponry and providing some towards the Groom to heal such metallic steel, letting it mold around the open cavities. Solomon, meanwhile, would have protected himself with Numbers of God, a second barrier to register the attack she delivered, lunging himself forward so he can have the barrier catch her chest and return it back to sender, holy light at the helm, ready to exorcize whatever she was. The Groom would switch into his Sniper Rifle state, swapping his arms and stump to become machine guns from his palm, all of which trying to shoot the child down before he could even get close, but Solomon merely smirked as he'd have Shady take control. The shadow took a physical form, rising up as a wall in order to block the rain of metal and gunpowder, allowing the boy to connect his attack.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! KA-BOOM!!!!

A white light glowed around the Bride's body, the weapons heating up in the process. The boy merely kicked himself away as he'd allow the woman to explode from her own artillery, her mask flying off and bouncing around the barrier's curvature, her dress now mangled from the waist up, smoke and fire being what remained from her white fabric. Despite such damages, the Bride merely reached out to the Groom, prompting the latter to rip off pieces of himself, most notably his arm and leg, in order to provide as materials to rebuild her from the remains. The Groom was also quick to find more metal in the form of the frames from such mosaics, as well as the very pews that heated up, slamming his stumps into one of them, slowly regrowing his own appendages. Solomon, however, didn't hesitate, slamming his fist down and causing a massive quake in the chapel, a crack across the floor, all to make the Bride and Groom fall into so he can rush in and deliver a jump kick straight into them. The Groom merely planted his feet into the ruptured land, his arms morphing into a shield once more to block the strike, a visible dent on the Groom's body and arms, before shifting such arms into chains to bind the boy and toss him straight down.

Solomon still keeps going, regardless. Through the fire exhibiting light and heat, a bigger shadow was forged around the two. Such a shadow would be utilized, creating large hands to grab both him and the chasm itself, having enough pulling force and terminal velocity to shoot straight into the Groom like an arrow, his arms raised so that he can go straight through the Groom, a sizable hole left onto its body, flipping himself over so he can land on the barrier and bounce straight back down, raising one of his legs to deliver a heavy front kick straight down on its mask and stump, slashing the former in half, and plummeting his entire body through the impact of the latter. Oil was spilt everywhere, staining the chapel, and to an extent, splashing the child with such contents, yet he didn't budge for an instant. The Bride was waiting for such a chance to arrive, loading up two bazookas through her arms and firing at them, creating not just a bigger explosion, but more fire to spread through the oil itself.

KA-BOOM!!!!

As the boy was pushed off, the damages being prevalent, he'd merely cast a spell on himself to the surrounding landscape; a smaller, makeshift Garden of Eden to heal his wounds temporarily, trying to spread it further, but would be halted by another set of rounds from the rockets, blowing up the small patch of grass and flora, as well as forcing the boy to dodge into one of the pews, seeing the Wife try to pick up her Husband and attach him into one of the pews to heal again. The smoke wafted heavily around the scene, shortening his breath slightly. He was impressed to see they are taking advantage of how they do not require such oxygen, thus fighting in a smoky setting, one in which can limit his energy, can be a tipping point.

Despite such machinery, their intelligence and care for one another to survive felt human.