The fire raining down on the ground below receded shortly after Fenn and the Allegiance had disappeared into an adjacent building, duking it out with each other within. That left Lily alone with the so-called Champion, and the small horde of lesser angels. They were numerous, and would no doubt want to get rid of her as quickly as possible. Lily, of course, had no intentions of letting them do so. 

She made no move as they rose all around her, essentially forming a near impenetrable sphere of angelic forces around her. She met the eyes of any she could, while slowly revolving around herself. Hardly anyone did not sport some injuries from her earlier barrage, be it small scorch marks on their armour, or severe burns on their body. A few, she saw when she glanced downwards, lay still on the ground. No more than a handful, but the fact that a simple barrage had killed some of them did not speak well for them. 

That was when the first one came for her, darting in quickly to swing at her before retreating back to its position. Another one followed, then another, and another. They came from all sides, faster than they should have. Lily weaved left and right, up and down, dodging as many as she could. Pain pierced her mind as skin split from where the angels managed to hit home, but it never stopped her from dodging out of the way of the next to come, the blade rushing millimetres past her face.

Yet she never tried to retaliate. Back and forth her eyes flew, searching for the next attacker even as she went above the current attack. She was searching, looking... waiting. 

Hardly a dozen seconds had passed before the champion made its move. She looked up, meeting its eyes. 

And then she grinned. 

The scar over her right eye, as well as the eye itself, started glowing, easily overpowering the inherent glow of her elemental form. Her form roiled like the inside of a sun, the flames of her body becoming restless and volatile. Her form seemed to swell, and then exploded. 

An echoing boom rocked the surrounding area, shattering windows and charring everything in the vicinity. Lesser angels were obliterated, cooked inside their armour or turned to ash from the heat of her combustion. The champion itself, powerful though it may be, found itself thrown away like a rag doll from the shockwave that followed, it having knocked away cars like toys. 

And from its centre, once the fire had dissipated, stepped out a beast. Standing on two legs, and well over two metres tall, with digitigrade legs ending in clawed feet. A tail, longer than It was tall, extended from behind it, half a thick as her waist at its base and tapering to a rounded point. From the head sprouted twin pairs of horns, extending backwards nearly a foot in length each. Scale covered the majority of its body, and claws tipped each finger. 

Lily stepped forward, spreading her massive, black wings, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbfrShiweLM]Roared[/url]. 

The Champion knelt some distance away, its front charred from where Lily’s combustion had hit it, and the rest scratched from the impact on the ground. It pushed itself up to full height, then raised its shield, pointing its sword forward, as if issuing a challenge. It was one Lily was more than happy to accept. Mist coalesced in her hand, a large warhammer falling heavily into her grip. She crouched, muscles tense and rippling underneath her taut, scaly skin. 

She attacked first, propelling her forward with a powerful flap of her wings, hammer crashing down against the Champion's shield. He pushed her away and followed up with a thrust. Dodging to his left, she swung again and hit home. The sound of metal against metal rang out as the hammer met his shoulder guard, sending him staggering, armour cracked. Her next blow was pushed aside, the shield slamming into her and sending her reeling. 

A deep growl emanated from her throat, a challenge as much as a threat and a warning of what was to come. 

"You are strong," the Champion said, "But not strong enough. Even in your current demonic form, you will die here today." 

Lily looked, if anything, disappointed. "I had expected something... more. Not an empty threat or assessment." Her tail twitched, slamming into the ground with enough force to dent the asphalt. "And you think this is the extent of my powers? Oh, young one, you are sadly mistaken—" her hammer changed, becoming a large axe instead "—this isn't even half of it!" 

She charged again, jumping over the attempted retaliation, landing behind him and quickly struck him in the back, cracking more of the armour. The Angel relied mostly on its armour and shield to protect itself, so if it lost either it was at a huge disadvantage. So her first task was to get rid of it. To weaken it. 

The angel turned, but Lily was already gone, off to the side and attempted a strike at its side. The angel managed to turn in time to block it with its shield, but the draconic form of Lily was gone, replaced instead by the, far smaller, feline form. "Let me show you how a demon fights." 

The next minute was a blur of thrusts, slashes, and bludgeoning blows. Not one attack was repeated, each strike coming from a different angle, a different weapon. She struck his pauldron with an axe, received a blow bludgeoning strike from his shield, sending her back. Distance meant nothing. She leapt on him again, taking and receiving hits alike, dodging what she could, much like the champion himself. A blow to his helm in trade for a cut in her abdomen. A thrust to his chest, drawing blood, in trade for her tail as she quickly jumped away. 

Lily sprung forward, and the Champion grabbed grabbed her sword as she attempted to thrust it at his weakened plate, wrenching it from her hands and throwing it aside. Seconds later she found herself flying into the wall of a nearby building, denting it even as she fell to the ground. It wasn't the first injury she'd had. Cuts dotted her entire body, her tail had been sheared off, and she was certain at least two ribs were broken. She stood up shakily, glaring at her adversary. 

"Your time is over," he said, stepping closer. "Not even your True Form could save you." He raised his sword, ready to strike her down where she stood. "Now you die." The sword fell. 

A shield met it. 

Before him, Lily grew, sprouting wings and tail once more, horns erupted from her head and her limbs thickened with muscle. "How many times must I tell you—" her free hand shot up, grasping the cracked helmet, the titanic pressure of her grip shattering it in moments. Her tail then whipped around her, slamming the angel in the side and sending him skidding along the ground. "You aren't worthy of that honour." 

A hammer, this one larger than any before, materialised in her hands. She stepped over to him, swinging, and shattered the already cracked shield in his hands. She struck a second time aiming for his chest. He sidestepped and struck at her, only for a shield to block it. 

Again, the champion struck, but instead of meeting flesh or scale, or even a shield, his arm was stopped by Lily, grabbing him around the wrist. Using his one free hand, the Champion threw a punch at her hand, but was stopped, Lily grabbing his wrist mid-swing. 

She pushed her face into his, snarling. “It’s over. Die." 

With enough force to punch through metal, Lily drove her horned skull into the Champions, stunning him and sending him stumbling as she released him. The hammer found its way to her hands once more, and with a mighty heave she sent it crashing into the chest of the Champion, punching through his armour and—finally—meeting flesh. 

She struck again, and again, and again. In the end, there didn't seem to be a part of the Champion's chestplate which was whole, punctures from where her hammer has shattered it—and crushed his internals underneath—covering it. She growled, and spat, a glob of blood and ichor mixing with the angel's own. 

Turning around, she looked over at Fenn, still watching her from the building where he and the Allegiance had done battle. She raised a hand at him, a greeting as much as an assurance that their task was done, and started walking away. 

Behind her lay the Angelic Champion.