As he readied himself for the confrontation, his cape retracted smoothly into his armor, and the sword sheathes clicked audibly as they extended, allowing him to draw his twin dark swords from his back. The blades gleamed menacingly in the dim light, ready to cut through anyone who dared to stand in his way.
Surveying the scene around him, Michael saw the sky filled with warships, demons, and Skyhall angels, a swirling mass of enemies that blotted out the light. Below, the raging ocean was surrounded by naval forces, each wave crashing against the hulls of ships engaged in fierce navel combat.
