"It's you." As Seraphiel glanced at the opponent who had recently reduced Deklabi to tears, her deep blue eyes narrowed slightly. Then, a glow upon her back flashed, and a pair of wings outlined in pure white silk threads appeared, radiating beauty and sanctity.
Soon, the two began clashing amidst the forest of stone pillars, whilst the Holy Sword wielder, Ahmed, was busy fighting against a horde of skeletal necromancy creatures charging at him from the front of the stone forest, unable to pay them any attention.
In midair, Seraphiel moved with ease, her white silk wings granting her exceptional agility. With her Sword of Flame in hand, a simple swing was enough to heat and distort Weston's long spear to the brink of slipping from his grasp.
After repelling Weston once more, Seraphiel hovered in place, then, raising her hand, summoned four pristine Light Sabers which pierced through the air, pinning Weston to the ground.
