Above the scorched battlefield, amidst the broken clouds and flickering rays of divine light, Yui and the other angel clashed in a violent ballet of wings and wrath.
Suspended in mid-air, they danced a deadly waltz.
Their silhouettes blurred, moving faster than the human eye could follow, swords of radiant light flashing in and out of existence as they struck and parried in relentless succession.
The air trembled with every collision with each clash of their blades releasing a thunderous crack and sending concentric shockwaves rippling outward, disturbing the sky itself.
The force of their strikes warped the atmosphere.
Wind howled around them like a caged beast set loose.
Their hair, caught in the gusts born from the impact of their blows, whipped and snapped like silk banners caught in a storm.
Even the clouds above scattered violently, as if fleeing from their overwhelming presence.
