Raphael stood starring across the war zone at the giant mass of evil hatred and muscle he had managed to Piss off. He saw the demonic construct land in front of the little demon causing a major scene. Just then he noticed he could no longer hear the hiss of silver piercing demonic flesh and knew the assassin had reatreated. At the moment he realised this he could see the little demon take off running back towards the outpost. He looked up to see if their attack had done anything at all to the shield. Even though it flickered with one demon no longer concentrating on it it still held strong. As he stood their looking up he couldn't help but wonder if this was how his parents felt on that day so long ago. How could he keep hope if he had given it his all just to realize his efforts hadn't had any affect. Rapheal sighed and lifted his arm in front of him, even though he was truly alone he couldn't run. "My name is Raphael morning-star, scourge of the demons of the wasted plains know this before I drag us all back down to Hell" he yelled fully prepared to give his life if it meant someone could get the job done.