"Swish..."
The red sword plunged deep into the breast of the Holy Spirit, skewering through the armor and penetrating its entire form. Ensnared by the two horned demon guards, the grounded Holy Spirit was immobilized.
Just as the trio deemed victory within their grasp, the supine Holy Spirit abruptly sprang aloft, kicking one horned demon guard asunder and brandishing the silver sword. In a blinding flash of argent, the head of the horned demon guard that had impaled it was severed.
Freed from the constraints, the Holy Spirit arose from the ground. The crimson blade still protruded from its chest.
The decapitated horned demon guard was consumed by flames, crumbling slowly into ashes, and the red sword embedded in the Holy Spirit's bosom likewise kindled and dissipated.
At this juncture, the Holy Spirit was in disarray. Though no sanguine fluid flowed, many sections of its armor were rent, and the holy radiance it emitted seemed considerably dimmed.
