The sky was clear and the sun was hot on Azemo's back as a bead of sweat fell to the ground. Before the liquid could create an indent in the dirt, Azemo had already dashed in front of the Supreme General with a heavy axe swing.
The Supreme General barely moved and still the archangel's sword was in position, stopping the strike and forcing Azemo back. As he repelled the demon away, the Supreme General unleashed two streaks of sword light.
It was not the power of the angels, it was all the human's doing and in that moment the archangel's sword was basically a normal blade.
Azemo twisted his body under the two lines of light. With all the time they had spent fighting, Azemo had learned that the human had a habit of creating x's with his strikes.
As he slipped past the attack, Azemo was forced to swing at thin air to create some space, keeping the Supreme General away, but ruining a chance for a counter attack.
