"Tsk." Ramos clicked his tongue as his body was thrown back by the impact. He hit the broken ground, skidding a few meters before forcing himself upright again. Dust fell from his shoulders as he wiped blood from the edge of his mouth.
"This bitch is troublesome?" Ramos muttered while glaring at the figure floating in the sky.
"When I saw it on the screen, I did not think it would be such a trouble," Edward said. He stood beside Ramos with his staff raised, his breathing sharp as they both stared at the Archangel of War gliding above them. Her wings spread wide, glowing faintly with a divine shimmer that twisted the air around her.
The problem was that unnatural layer of divinity. A thin veil of sacred light clung to her form, blocking most of their attacks. Every time their strongest blows landed, the light trembled but did not break. It made almost everything they threw at her useless, and that was enough to push both men toward frustration.
