Before any strikes could land on Amina, the angel pinned Syrix to the ground, hard with the full extent of his reiki forcing everyone away and entrapping only Syrix and himself in the space between realities. He held the human by the neck tightly, crushing every fiber of it yet making sure that Syrix would live. The human could do nothing here without the angel’s say so; one centimeter of movement would tear his body limb from limb, and rip his soul to shreds. For now, at least, the battle was over for everyone except Syrix.
“You dare strike at your priestess?” every murderous tone imaginable would fall in comparison to the angel’s right now; death seeped through his eyes, those very eyes that were burning (literally) holes in Syrix’s skin. “After you pledged to protect her?”