Through the air rang the most hideous combination of sounds that Godfrey had ever had the misfortune of hearing. To be totally frank, it was slightly offputting. Godfrey feared that perhaps he was actually going to be fighting a demon, yeah, when he was a kid he had always wanted to be a hero of god. Smiting demons and casting evil into hell, but this is real life, and he realizes that he's only so powerful. Godfrey shook his head, pushing those stupid self-doubt thoughts out of his head. Think critically, whatever it was, it had just given away its position. That noise came from a certain direction. which way? With a few quick turns of his head he looked around the battlefield. Not on the ground, it has to be in the air. The white clad man turned his head towards the sky, the outline of a flying figure appearing in his vision. Not a small figure either, he could just barely make out claws and wings. 

[i]Okay, now I'm certain I'm fighting a demon![/i] Though it was only the barest silhouette, it had wings, a tail, and claws. These are all pretty obvious traits of a demon, and though it wasn't near enough to him to be a noticeable issue yet. That was a demon. Shaking his head again, he smirked. Realizing that he always has had the upper hand when it came to range. The orbitals moved to his will, spinning into place in front of his hands as he raised them. They formed a perfect ring as they rotated in front of his hands, Godfrey always loved saying his next line. "Orbital Gatling!"

Each and every one of the ten spheres began glowing, shortly after emitting a dim light they began to release blasts of pure white energy. Like bullets they rocketed outwards from his orbitals, sailing through the air on a collision course with Tharraleos. "Thanks for giving me your position, Demon!" It is noteworthy to state, that the orbitals are moving in a perfect spiral pattern in a straight line. Each blast following the next by a few inches.