Outfought and outmatched, Adriano screamed in pain as the flames practically burned through his entire barrier and engulfed him in a blazing glory of black, hellish fire. The blast's shock wave pushed Adriano's burning body into the chasm he had created and he frantically tried to put out the fire eating his flesh and burning every feather on his wings. By the time he managed to put himself out, he was but a shell of his former angelic glory, beaten and humiliated. "How... How did you gain such immense power...?" he asked, his voice raspy and drenched in his broken ego as he looked at the burning devil with horror in his eyes. 

This was right as Arlia, having just cut herself free, peered out of the hole and gasped to see the destruction of the courtyard and, even moreso, her father, battered and beaten on the ground while Nigel looked relatively unharmed. "[i]Il mio amore...[/i]" she whispered, tears of joy and relief running down her cheek. A part of her wanted nothing more than to fly and throw herself into his arms, but she was overcome by a great sense of shame about herself and silently cried, looking away from Nigel and trying to cover herself.