The Angels ascended and spread their wings out, making flapping noises as they left the Seraphim all alone, it still facing its head down as the water dripped out of its nonexistent space where its face should have been if it had one.
Zach looked at Vale Ashford's face intently, as if to ask her without words – "is this our chance?"
The Specter knew what the young Slayer meant.
She responded back with a nod.
"Yin, me and Zachary here will rush the Seraphim head first, you stand back and study its attack patterns, the way it uses spells, everything that you are able to squeeze out of our skirmish, you should best memorize it as best as you can. If I notice that either me or Zach are in imminent danger, we will pull out and that is when you will come in, try to pummel it with lightning attacks but be careful not to step on the water under its feet, you could shock yourself if you are careless."
Zach nodded, as well as Yin.
