A pair of glowing, white feathered wings spread forth from the faceless one's back. The faceless one swung a greatsword from its back, producing an arc of flame from several ridges protruding along the blade's edge, that absorbed the entire flurry of arrows as it dove off the Goliath's mountainous shoulder. During its descent, the formation of his wings continued,
Afraid, the rangers below turned their crossbows upon it and fired..
It landed with its sword skewering one..
Tongues of blue flame shot out of the embedded blade, until they completely consumed its mark, rendering the ranger a statue of ash while his comrades could only watch.
The ash form crumbled into a pile under the angel's weight, landing it softly upon its knee.
In the time it took for the faceless one to jump, his wings had fully formed into a total of four -- a pair of larger ones, with a second pair of smaller ones positioned under them.
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