Lazarus a little battered stepped in front of Sasha. Mainly because of Ted and his wind magic. He was soaked, tired and had somehow taken the majority of the hits. Well that was his role in frozen heart. He turned his head and made eye contact with Sasha, eyes still glowing. "What kind of a god can't even clean up trash like this?" He paused, before speaking abruptly. "Be my support Sasha. Let me defeat this guy with my own power." He turned back to look at Ted, panting. Anyone could see how frustrated Lazarus was, and how much he wanted to do this. Without looking at her, he spoke softly. "Please Sasha... let me be a god... no... let me be a man." He cut himself off at his own sentence. He yelled out, releasing magic power, forming his wings, glaring at Ted. "I can do this Sasha." He calmly spoke. His fist glowed with light and he darted forward, leaving the area of concrete floor he was standing on destroyed. "Tower of judgement." Lazarus had been drawing whilst darting around earlier, at it so happened that Ted had stepped into one. The tower shot up from the ground. He had caught Ted in it. Angelic magic would barrage ted as long as he remained in there. He himself shot into the tower after Ted. His fist glowed white. "regulus impact!" He used one of his normal angel magic attacks in the form of regulus impact. He aimed the punch into Ted's chest. Before continuing his punches. With ever punch he said a word. "Taste...! The....! Power....! Of...! A god!!!!" He finished his punches before jumping upwards. "Belowing roar of the light god!" He released a beam of magic from his mouth directly downwards on Ted. He put everything he had into the attack. When it was over he flipped back and landed, somewhat poorly, exhausted, and shaky. His wings deformed, as he didn't have enough magical power to sustain them as well as his other magic. He was poorly balanced, but still capable. The tower of judgement deformed as it finished, and the dust began to clear. Lazarus assessed the damage he had done. In his current state, he couldn't use his wings, so he was at a disadvantage. He hoped his attacks had made a difference.