[u][b]Above Downtown, the Capital City[/b][/u] 

Balthazar would soon get his answer.

Whereas the demons chattered and rampaged throughout the city's CBD, and humans and angels alike sought to try and grapple with the demonic hordes, a meteorite-like fireball fell from the heavens and away from Achilles' rendevous. At the center of the flickering flames, a pair of baleful eyes stared out at the destruction below them. They saw the destruction being wreaked on GOD's creation, the suffering being inflicted on the LORD's children, heard the foul laughter coming from the airborne lieutenant of Hell's army and the bearer of those eyes felt only one thing: hatred.

Just as the falling flare seemed to be less then a kilometer above the ground, the light cleared and the now-revealed angel adjusted her posture. White-feathered wings flared from a spine encased in polished metal armour and the angel let out a cry of wrath as - still falling just above the speed of sound - she slammed sabatons-first onto the pavement. Unknown to her, she had landed well in front of the two in-betweener travelers who, even now, were beginning to make their way deeper into the city.

Rising from the crater she had just punched into cracked and ruined cement, Aquilina unslung and readied a gleaming, double-edged glaive in a gauntleted hand. Her eyes and voice were focused on the distant (but e'er present) Balthazar and its minions.

[i]"The fires of Hell will die out this day, fallen spawn of Hell!"[/i] she called out in challenge. [i]"The Hammer of Demons comes for you!"[/i]