Uriel scoffed at the crushed Vlad and kicked his limp body aside. "You harbor pathetic delusions of equality with actual divine entities, but a diluted royal bloodline means absolutely nothing against me."
The angel turned his burning eyes toward the altar. He flared his three remaining wings and launched himself directly at the meditating boy.
Solomon kept his eyes completely shut while gripping the massive hilt, relying on the screech of rushing wind to alert his senses.
He ripped Eden's Penance from the floorboards and swung the pristine steel backward to intercept the charge.
A blinding flash of holy light abruptly erupted across the hall. Uriel vanished from his trajectory and materialized directly behind Solomon's exposed flank.
Solomon swung the sword in a split second, but a glowing fist buried itself deeply into Solomon's ribs, launching him entirely across the cathedral.
