Disclaimer - I do not own Code Geass. Not relevant, but true.

'OK Al, I have a plan!' Ed shouted, ducking a slow blow from Sloth's fist. 'But I'll need a bit of help for it!'

'Is this going to be like your last plan?' Al said, kicking at Sloth, trying to knock him over. He just stood static, not noticing the attack.

'No, it'll be better than that!' Ed created a spear, and hurled it towards Sloth. It bounced off his head, causing him to slowly scratch it. 'Get over here, Al!'

'OK, brother!' Al rolled under Sloth, transmuting the ground as he went. A pillar rose up and smashed Sloth's face, with the pillar breaking before Sloth's face did.

'OK, now what?' Al said.

'Now – let's shake it up!' He transmuted the ground beneath Sloth's feet. It shook, and began move out of the way, literally disappearing and being moved in a cycle up to the roof of the tunnel.

'Right!' Al said, transmuting the ground with him. The Sloth fell, the resulting pit too tall for him to his hands to reach the top.

'Well, that worked.' Ed panted. 'Thanks Al. That wasn't an easy transmutation.'

'No problem, Ed. Should we – ah!' For then Al was knocked over, along with Ed, as the ground shook.

Sloth did not lie still. He smashed and bit and tore into the floor beneath them. The strength of the rock did not matter – he simply tore through it, breaking it down into a sloping ramp.

'You're in the way. You're trying to stop me. So you'll die.' Sloth boomed in a monotone.

Envy ducked as the dead warriors opened fired. Some fell from Pride's attack, but there were still dozen's of fighters, unleashing hails of bullets. Most of them seem to be directed at Envy, only a few falling near Wrath. The two homunculi dived behind a piece of broken rubble.

'You manage to get any, Wrath?' Envy asked.

'There are still two dozen of them.' Wrath said, throwing away a broken sword. 'Envy, you need to turn into your true form. The bullets won't hurt you much.'

'I already tried that when fighting him! He's too fast for that!'

'I've fought these before.' Wrath continued. 'They were slow, and uncoordinated. You should be to more than keep up with them.' He drew a new sword. 'I will hold off any that are too fast.'

'OK, Wrath, but I don't want to be killed today! We've already lost Greed twice now!' Envy concentrated, changing his flesh. His skin turned green, and limbs expanded from his side, striking out from behind the pillar. Envy's monstrous true form emerged, bullets striking into the writhing bodies on Envy's side. Envy roared 'Fancy some of this, punks?' , and brought his teeth down on too of the dead soldiers, swallowing them hole.

The priests leaped out of the way, bounding where they could, as Envy's tail and limbs swung this way and that, crushing them against the walls and floor. As the bodies were torn apart, they broke down, the mass seeming to disappear into smoke.

Wrath cut down a loan warrior, and Envy crushed some of the remaining dead in his arms. Then he screamed! 'What the hell?' Blood ran out of Envy's limbs, with one arm being sliced clean in two. As Wrath looked on, a figure cut with superhuman speed with a blade, slicing off Envy's tail. Without Wrath's ultimate eye, he would have no ability to even see the figure as it moved.

'Envy, change! That form's useless!' Wrath cried. Thankfully, Envy had already acted. He changed back to his old form, and retreated to regain his sword.

'Let me handle this, Envy.' Wrath said, walking forward. 'You must short of souls by now.' Holding a sword in each hand, he slow walked forward. The warrior stood before them – a Xingese woman in a nun's robe, hold one of their countries blades.

'You seem a mighty warrior.' Wrath said. 'It makes me wonder how you were killed.'

The dead soul said nothing. While Wrath could barely remember having multiple souls, he had remembered it being a matter of very soul striving, wanting acting, taking. But this being seemed to have no emotions left at all. It must be different for this Alucard creature.

They stood for a moment, seeming to stretch forever. Then Wrath charged, his blade held straight to spear his target. As soon as he moved, his combatant responded, moving with superhuman speed, catching his blade one way, and in less than a second cutting at Wrath again. Wrath barely managed to protect himself, bringing his second blade up.

The two clashed, blades moving in a mirror dance of battle. Wrath struggled to keep up to this fighter though he saw every attack she made, his aging body had trouble keeping up with the swift movements of her blade. She however, never seemed to have trouble dodging an attack, moving with her body this way and that, ever out of reach of his sword.

'Envy!' he cried. 'Throw me your sword!'

'You serious, Wrath!' Envy shouted.

'Yes.' Wrath replied, ducking under a sweep of his attackers sword.

'Alright, you're mad.' Envy threw it, the blade arcing in the air. As he did, Wrath hurled both his swords at the nun. The nun threw herself back uncoordinatedly, not expecting the attack. As she did, Wrath grabbed Envy's hurled sword. With a swift movement, he chopped at the woman's hand – it was cut off by the razor sharp blade. As it fell, Wrath grabbed the falling blade, hand still attached, and dragged it into her heart.

The woman coughed up blood, and began to bleed away into nothing. Wrath leaned down to whisper to her. 'You can have the skill and strength you wish, but you will never have my wrath.'

I'm back! Just as I said I would. I must be psychic.

Also, little known fact - these events aren't happening concurrently. They just stand around awkwardly when the third person's focussing on someone ekse.