'When?' The Angel thought, astonishment coursing through its divine consciousness. It hadn't even felt Aaaninja move toward its head, yet the presence of impending doom pressed upon it.
"You are a strength type Angel, correct? I wonder if you can withstand this," Aaaninja's voice came again, flat, brisk, and devoid of emotion. He remained standing atop the Angel's sacred halo. Without warning, he raised his right foot and slammed it downwards with the force of a planet, the impact tearing across the Angel's right shoulder.
The Angel felt an incomprehensible torrent of force blast through its ornate breastplate. Its knees threatened to buckle, sending it hurtling toward the moon beneath their feet. Its teeth clenched in resistance, unwilling to concede that this aberrant being could desecrate its sacred space. With a thought, a roaring torrent of faith energy erupted from its body, blasting into the cosmic sky as though it sought to ignite the very galaxy itself.
