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Azrael nodded, taking Wilowa's words to heart as he charged in with quintessence raised, slicing at the Watcher closest to him. Faster and faster until it was finally laid immobile on the stone floor, its pulsating body sliced into many charred and burnt pieces, each smelling worse than the last.

Using one of the eyes embedded in the palm of one of his left hands, Azrael noticed the flashing of a spear tip, moving to the side just fast enough to avoid being skewered by it. Turning his attention towards the attacking angel, which had wandered out of the temple sometime during the battle, he zipped towards it, wings outstretched. Raising his fiery blade, he brought it down with all the strength he could muster, cleaving the foul-even for his standards-creature in two. Moving away from it, he looked about the battlefield and, noticing the wolves going in to take down another one of the Watchers, moved in to help.