Raphaella pulled a sword, the edge bright. Brilliant enough to push back the mist.
Whereas Desmond's sword - it absorbed the light. He twirled it as he paced the angel opposite Erela, who'd pulled her own rapier.
"What is the name of Erela's mother?" Desmond asked, lunging forward.
Wings spun in a dervish that lifted Raphaella a few feet from the ground. Desmond passed under and whirled.
The angel sank, flexed her wings, and shoved. Not with her sword but with magic, sending them reeling.
Until Desmond planted his feet and parted the magic pouring against him.
Erela yelled.
Desmond knew better than to turn his head and look, which was why he blinked when a tentacle went flying past him.
An angry Erela came stalking past, blazing in white fury. "You would call your pets to stab me in the back? Can't you fight me face-to-face!"