[h2]Dlanor A. Knox - The Museum World[/h2]

Of course, attempting to punch someone when they are carrying you by the neck and rocketing through the air at high speeds is rarely a good idea.

The strike missed, sailing past Dlanor's head. She didn't even notice. It would have been wiser to attempt to disable her limbs, perhaps, but even that would be difficult now. It was a fact that should have been considered earlier than this. It didn't matter anymore. There was a blast of dust and debris as Dlanor's enemy slammed into the brick wall. Masonry and brick gave way explosively, scattering across the ground as the armored man was forced through it. The Angel of Heaven did not stop then. Grinning wildly, she brought him back and slammed him into what remained of the wall. Over. And over. And over.

With a final push, his head went through the outer wall, and he got a brief glimpse of the outside before being dragged back through. Yes, yes, Dlanor would kill him. She was certain, she would cut him apart until there was nothing left! An evildoer who would have killed so many innocents would be destroyed!

Releasing his neck as she spun, there was a hiss as the Red Key met flesh...

Perhaps it was the gaping wound in her chest, that had indeed severed her spine. While against all logic Dlanor could continue to walk and operate without an intact spine(though damaging her limbs enough would still stop her), and it was not considered a life-threatening injury for an Angel of the Lord, it was impossible to deny that it may have had an effect on her aim. The Red Key bit into armor and rent a cut through flesh, but it was a shallow one, barely deep enough to draw blood as it sliced along his upper chest. It was hardly bisecting him, as the Executioner had originally intended.

Dlanor watched as the armored man skidded across the floor.

It was then that a familiar voice would contact him.

"There's no point in fighting any longer. Regroup, and we'll determine where the throne has been taken to."