Ariadne willed her Gold-Rank ⌈Mana Ward⌋ to thicken around her ears-- she knew the thing in her hands was louder than all git-out.
She clicked off the safety.
She pulled the trigger.
The loud bang reverberated throughout her entire body. Her shoulder hurt. Even her ears hurt! The shotgun packed a bigger punch than she'd remembered.
There wasn't much left of the angel's head... just a bottom jaw and some teeth. Everything else of her was splattered onto the stones, a mess of crimson red and a patch of sopping wet hair.
She turned to the other angels, sweeping a blonde bang out of her eye, "Only reason ah'm here's ta keep mah idjit husband breathin'-- even if I hafta pull him outta the depths of the seven hells with mah BARE HANDS!!"
The metal feet of the bronze-angel began to quickly clunk towards her. The hands at the ends of her muscular arms had transformed into long metal spikes.
[You are making a GRAVE--]
