Arpious, her eyes blazing with unholy fervor, pressed her advantage, her scythe cutting through the air with deadly precision. With each strike, she sought to break through the Archangel's defenses, her movements a dance of death and destruction.
The Archangel, her resolve unbroken, fought on with unwavering determination, her celestial sword flashing as she parried and dodged Arpious's relentless assault. With each blow, she called upon the power of the heavens, channeling divine energy into her attacks in a desperate bid to turn the tide of battle.
But Arpious, her movements fluid and graceful, seemed to anticipate her every move, parrying and countering with uncanny precision. With a wicked grin, she taunted her celestial adversary, mocking her futile attempts to overcome the darkness that consumed her.