"Oh, man, that's good! I like you—you've got some spirit!" The Angel jabbed his finger against his own chest, "I'll let you know my name then, the one given to me by the Holy Father! I am Radueriel, the "Destroying Angel", burn it into your memories!"
Bestowing his name to their ears, the beige-haired, golden-eyed man spread his seraphic wings wide just as he did his arms, holding an excited smile.
"So, you really are an angel, then," Korain said with an unmoving, confident smile.
An angel…? I thought we drew our power from angels–so why is one fighting us like this? He questioned.
"In the flesh," Radueriel smiled, holding his fist up, "So…Who will it be? The first to fight me, that is. Or, would you all like to come at me at once? It doesn't make much of a difference."
Against all five of them, the winged-man didn't seem to care one way or another, simply goading them into a fight.
"...He really does want to fight us, huh?" He muttered.