Though the angel moved through the air, not even a single one of its six wings flapped, instead, it slowly floated towards Johann and David.
"Hold tight." Johann whispered to David.
David felt a a sudden rush of air across his face, and when he opened his eyes, the two of them were at the opposite end of the arena.
Johann was still tensed, ready to move at a moments notice, his eyes fixed on the angel floating on the other side of the arena.
The angel floated down towards the seats, and stretched out a hand, a beam of white light flowing out form it and spreading out to cover Reginald.
The light formed an orb around the slumped werewolf, and raised him into the air.
Johann heaved a sigh of relief.
The light filling the arena faded, the angel floating back up to the sky, the orb containing Reginald floating along behind it.
