The Paladins one by one raised their Holy Shields, but it was rather pointless. These Paladins were mostly third and fourth level knights, their abilities far from reaching the level of Made's group from the Saint's Edge Army.
What they were facing was an angel-possessed fallen saintess.
Shamara simply swooped down, invoking the Holy Light, and rammed into the leading paladin, knocking him straight off his horse, and sending him crashing to the ground.
The Holy Shield shattered, his armor caved in, and he coughed up blood.
"Holy Light, give it to me," Shamara said indifferently, reaching out toward the Paladin Captain.
The other Paladins were horrified to see Shamara grab a ball of Holy Light from the Paladin Captain and insert it into her own body. The next moment, her wing, shrouded in black, darkened a few shades.
"She killed the Captain; she stole the Captain's power," the remaining Paladins cried out in horror.
