((lol, they're both like, 12 feet tall dude. Each step of theirs would be a good foot and a half, mebbe two feet long. They're still plenty far enough away. =] ))
They trade glances, then untie the sheaths of their weapons from their hips. Laying their weapons to the roof, they begin unstrapping their armor as well, allowing it to join the swords, piece by piece. A strange wind picks up, circling the two even as their legs straighten, causing them to stand at full height. The twelve foot tall winged mages spread their arms open wide, as if bracing to embrace the orb, and indeed, the entirety of Hell with it. Together, their voices ring out over the waters, sounding through the Never Ending Stair, echoing through the walls of the Palace, and stinging at the ears of the demons still left. Their words, filled with a sort of graceful power, cause the clouds and sky to open wide, revealing a night sky filled with countless stars, shining spirits of red, white, gold, blue and green.
"Together, upon this once broken place we stand,
Arms wide in kindness unknown to the lone spirit
That curls deep within this land pained."
Their magic bursts outwards, carrying Nisorin to stand on the other side of the orb, ever staying five steps from its surface as his feet touch softly on the roof. Engulfing the radiant silver sphere of negativity, the magic mixes in with its own, slowly neutralizing the negativity through the addition of a curiously neutral energy, neither positive nor negative, light nor dark. From every spot their magic touches, the silver is slowly pushed away, replacing it with clear neutrality.