Beatdown
Without hesitation, you rain down destruction upon the angel. The very air burns with your spells. With a sweep of your hand you summon raging storms of fire and ice to flood the entire crater. Innumerable javelins of magic, crackling with the power of the four elements, home in on the center of the giant crater where this kingdom’s capital once stood, and blast even more misshapen holes into the earth.
But even you cannot keep up the volley forever. As you pause for just a second, to recover your breath before chanting the next spell, a loud boom shatters the chaotic din of your magic. The next thing you feel is pain. Again, a sensation that you have not felt for a while. Your sight blackens, and you feel yourself tumbling uncontrollably in the sky. With a yell of effort, you steady yourself, spreading your wings… and then, you look up. The angel hovers above you. Her right hand is covered with red, and she is squeezing something fleshy within it. It spatters within her grip, staining her body with fresh blood that drips down her naked skin. She lets out a blissful sigh, followed by a little giggle.
The pain spreads, a hot, burning sensation in your left flank. Without even looking down, you know that she has gouged out a chunk of your flesh. You are sure you had cast Battle Premonition beforehand; but then again, it works on what you can see, and if you cannot see it…
The angel’s visage blurs.
This time you are prepared and fully forewarned, and manage to throw yourself aside in time as she lunges at you with terrifying speed. And that is all you can manage even with your foreknowledge, a frantic, uncontrolled dodge in mid-air. Her charge tears another wound in your side, and she swoops around almost instantly to keep the pressure on you, howling in glee.
“Bring the engagement to the ground, boy! Don’t be an idiot!” shouts Barbatos. He’s right. You have little experience in actual aerial combat. Folding your wings, you dive towards the blasted ground. With a quick gesture you create several doppelgangers just to complicate matters for her, all four of you dancing around in a confusing dance. Almost mindlessly, she pounces on the wrong one – the closest one – allowing you to detonate them in a massive magical explosion that shines brighter than the sun.
Finally, you reach the ground, your bare feet skidding across the jagged rocks. You take a deep breath, almost bowed over. Even though the fight is still just getting started, you know full well that your opponent is far too fast for you. She also seems nigh impervious to your weaker spells, and you have a feeling that any familiars you can summon would be useless against her. Before you can even work up a plan, the angel is upon you again, untouched by the explosion, her hand swooping down on you, her fingers arched into claws. You narrowly avoid your collarbone being gouged out as your feet dance deftly backwards. The Shadow-Slaughtering Demon Steps are seeing use here.
“Good job,” says Barbatos. “But you aren’t gonna beat her like this. You got anything else up your sleeve?”
“I know!” you growl, again barely dodging a powerful blow that would have taken your head clean off. The flurry of bare-handed strikes from the angel are powerful enough to destroy any physical shield you can put up as if they were not even there. With every hit you dodge, the smile on the angel’s face appears to grow wider, and her attacks become faster and stronger. This close, you don’t have any time to cast any spells at all. You are simply physically outmatched. This is not an opponent you could have taken alone, not without proper preparation. The halo above her head is flashing a bright red now, with the intervals between flashes getting quicker and quicker…
Then, the halo suddenly expands outwards in an ever-widening circle. Your premonition tells you that it would cut you easily in two if it hits, which leaves you with just the option to dodge it. You do… and run right into the angel’s fist. It plows deep into your abdomen, and you can feel the angel pulling at your insides. You are thrown backwards, only to be greeted by the sight of your entrails in her grip.
“Ah…” she gasps, raising your guts above her head and letting the blood drip. Almost coquettishly, she begins stroking her own wings with a light touch, painting the white feathers crimson red with your blood.
“Damn. That’s just sick,” comments Barbatos quietly. “This is why I don’t like angels. They’re just insane, even if they look and talk like you and I.”
“Perhaps you could’ve told me that earlier,” you cough, throwing up whatever blood is left inside you.Your body convulses and twitches at the sudden trauma done to it. Your limbs feel cold and stiff. Still, you are not dead. Whatever other changes the demon’s heart has done to you, it has at least given you a rather durable physiology. You can feel the gaping hole in your belly beginning to knit together, though the process is painfully slow.
“You’re not dead yet, and I doubt you’ll die here, kiddo,” says Barbatos nonchalantly. “You seemed a bit drunk on power from all the destruction you wrought. I thought perhaps this encounter would sober you up. Are you awake yet?”
“I’ll really throw you away,” you groan.
The demon gauntlet only laughs. “It’s a lesson, boy. Rein your stubbornness in a little. I’m sure you’ll find your own way out of this. I might even lend you more power, should you please me with your choice.” The gauntlet throbs with energy, and in that instant you get a glimpse of just how much power Barbatos has locked away within it. It is more than enough power to do what you did to the capital with a single punch, with no more effort than that.
The angel whirls and dances, giggling lightly. It would be a beautiful, innocent sight, if not for the droplets of blood being sprayed from your intestines that she is swinging around like a more normal girl would a garland of flowers.
Her attention is diverted from you at the moment, perhaps no longer deeming you a threat, and you…
***
A. Keep quiet and stay still so as not to draw notice to yourself. Calling trouble upon yourself right now would not be a good idea at all.
B. Try to talk to her and attract her attention. You're confident in your ability to converse, even when half-dead, with an insane angel. All you need to find are the right words.
***
And in the meantime, you can muster up enough strength in you to quietly cast at least one more spell…
A. Gigadyne Verandert. If she is too fast for you, you will just have to match her speed. It will also help you ignore your wounds for the duration of the spell, allowing you to battle her on equal terms. Hopefully.
B. Reality Tear. Even though she’s ignored your spells so far, this should cut through her defenses. You will just have to aim carefully and make sure you hit a spot that will disable her but not kill her. Killing an angel after so much time spent looking for one is just counter-productive.
C. Teleport, of course! Why would you even stay here any longer? It’s time to run for your life. You know when you’re beaten. Granted, using magic to spatially translocate yourself through another dimension when you’re in poor condition can increase the shock on your body, but you’ll take that risk.