An enormous army of Fallen fly overhead, toward the battlefield where Mammon begins to assault Belial. A single Fallen breaks off and dives toward the gathered troops below. "Onward to victory, Mulciber!", roars the Iron Prince as he dives as a single combatant into the troops below.
Thamuz collects his men to his side, recognizing the lone individual who dives towards them. He swallows hard, but hefts his sword meaningfully. Then, with a yell, the squad launches themselves as one towards the attacker.
A dozen Fallen spiral downward from the army, following the Iron Prince. He motions toward the runner and two of the guard streak after him. The remaining guard hold back, as Beelzebub prepares to engage the troops below. His speed takes him crashing into the troops, sending many of them flying out of formation. The guard then dive themselves, attacking and killing any who are removed from combat. Beelzebub arches up and lands on his feet, sword in hand walking purposely toward the squad under Thamuz's command.
Thamuz and his personal guard turn to meet the prince, their faces grim and set. They fan out a bit, giving each other some room. Then they rush forward, besetting Beelzebub from as many sides as possible.
The towering Prince nods once to the troops he is about to engage, a sign of respect. In his hand is a simple black blade, not the legendary Blacktongue as he engages the enemy. Those who survive this battle have given testimony that the blade was making a high keening sound that begged Beelzebub to loose its fury on the combatants. It is also given as a testament to the willpower of the Iron Prince that he did not draw the Soul-Eater. However, those who felt the fury of his initial attack didn't have time to appreciate this. As the Prince crashed into battle, his guardsmen finally caught up with the wayward messenger, quickly dispatching him, leaving his guts for the fauna of Kerr'epytha.
Struggling to hold his men together and keep them from breaking from Beelzebub's awesome attack, Thamuz realizes most his force is lost. With a snarl, he launches himself at the prince even as Beelzebub works at slaying the last of his guard. The obsidian blade flashes out as Thamuz finds his mark and leaves a long gash across Beelzebub's shoulder.
Beelzebub lashes out with frightening speed and ferocity, everywhere the blade strikes, a fallen goes down. In a fight against so many, it is impossible for the Prince to pull his blade and many of Thamuz's army are cleaved in half as Beelzebub fights on. He looks toward his guard, realizing that his troops are falling prey to the sinister singing coming from the maggot fields, he turns to order them back and winces as Thamuz's blade leaves its mark. With a savage growl, he turns toward the Baronet, killing the remaining knights almost as a whim, he engages Thamuz. A whirling dervish of blackness is the signature of the killing blades as they smash again and again into Thamuz's defense.
Staggering back, Thamuz desperately tries to parry the prince's blows, but they seem to come from everywhere at once. Thamuz's eyes widen with increasing fear. Finally, realizing all is lost, he forsakes any pretense at defense and takes one last vicious swing at Beelzebub.
Beelzebub meets the blade with a powerful slash of his own, where the blades meet there is a bright spark and a grating crunch as both of the blades crack in half. In a moment of stunned oberservation, Thamuz loses the fight. Beelzebub lashes out savagely with a back hand blow from the flat of his blade as the Baronet looks at his own broken weapon. The strike hits with frightening power, sounding like thunder. Thamuz lies on the ground before Beelzebub's feet. The Prince nods with satisfaction and turns toward his troops. "Back to your posts.", he roars. To a man, his guard return from the Maggotfields as Beelzebub hefts the unconscious form of Thamuz to his shoulder and sets off toward the Iron Tower