"Dark Angel?" Ambrose frowned after hearing Reinhardt speak of the creature's identity.
"Haha, I didn't think I had a chance of fighting against Dark Angel in a place like this." Reinhardt laughed.
"Niuuuuuuum!" The Dark Angel screeched, its voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
The Dark Angel then unfurled its wings and took flight, soaring through the dark sky with menacing grace.
Reinhardt slammed his red eyes open, lowered his stance, and tightened his grip on his sword. Then, his leg muscles coiled like springs, and he launched himself towards the sky.
Within an instant, he appeared high above the strange world, and from there, he saw the Dark Angel descending towards the earth with wings spread wide.
Reinhardt focused his senses, his red eyes locked in Dark Angel, then he gathered his strength in his katana.