Seeing Angel's interference, Nisorin stood up as well, working his own magic through Celestie, casting his voice together with hers through the Ancients, who let go of their weapons, causing the mutinous creations to dissipate into nothingness almost immediately. This proved only to aid them, giving them more hands to use in their casting. So, now instead of a measured charge led by weapons and supported by spells, they now switched to firing their own, quite powerful magics. From hundreds of thousands of the concussive bolts, followed almost immediately by vampiric bombs, sucking out the energy Valor used to fuel powerful explosions once they get close enough.
"Greatest thrill, not to kill.
But to have the prize of the Night.
Hypocrite, wanna-be friend,
13th Disciple, betrayed us for nothing."
Nisorin and Celestie sing together, a spectral image of Nisorin appearing beside Celestie, hand entwined within hers. The Ancients glow brighter as they absorb the silvery material, coating their armor with it even as they strike magically at the newcoming Starclanners, one Ancient easily taking down ten to twenty of the lesser Clanners as they glowed brighter. With a quick flash of silver light, the Ancients stand anew, wearing ornate battle armor respective of their spheres. All of them had formed into couples, hands entwined with their partners as they, too joined their voices in with the living Relorians. The combined might of all the previous Orien leaders of Reloria had been brought to bear against the Kuo Starclanners. Looking to be back in the flesh, they all work together to create a barrier array around the Starclanners. Fueled by the strength of 251 Orien couples of the Sixth Stage, all of whom are level 4.5 to 5.5, the Starclanners had very, very little chance as their arrows ricochet off the barrier-array, falling back down upon them to impale most of the archers.
As the marble chunk hits the barrier array as well, it bursts apart, falling back down just as the arrows had. Already accustomed to utilizing their bond together, Nisorin and Celestie work quickly and efficiently, taking their own swords and shield and reforging them into a single Curicite lance. Together, they work on embuing it with the will of the Relorians. Their hate, their pain, their loss, all funneled into that one weapon.
Meantime, the Ancient Rulers all work together, forming similar spears of purple energy, firing them at Valor and Angel as they pass right through the barrier unhindered, all shouting out the same line. "Burning Angel Wings to dust!"