Just as the true demons appeared to gain the upper hand one of the Archangels blew a trumpet. He appeared to be the leader, Michael, but she couldn't be sure. He called out a command that she couldn't hear, but all the other Archangels responded. Their attacking speed quickened, their strikes causing more damage. Could they have been holding back until now? Why would they do that? She pondered for a moment until she was faced with another true demon. "Hello, pretty," it sneered as it approached her.
"Can't say the same for you," she shot back as she lowered herself into a defensive stance.
"I'm going to enjoy torturing you," it grinned, excitement written all over it's face.
"And I'm going to enjoy severing your head from your body," she growled back at it.
"Nasty words from someon
