Chapter 743

• It was too late. The rider brought his other axe down in a chopping motion, as if he'd expected the angel to lunge at him once he'd destroyed the tombstone. It sank into her shoulder and into her torso, and her arm erupted in flame.
• But it didn't stop her, and she drove her glowing sword up through the armor under the armpit, into his flesh, and the rider's arm lost its strength. She fell away, screaming as hellfire ate her armor and shoulder alike, and the rider stood there, unmoving, angel's sword still lodged in his arm, and blood flowed down the mirror blade.
• What the fuck was wrong with this damn angel? This woman was suicidal.