Tomato frowned deeply, her red skin flushing darker with rage. She cracked her knuckles and stepped forward again, tail lashing. "You think one toss ends it? I'll rip those wings off!"
But King Alexander pushed her back gently, one hand on her shoulder. "Easy. You're trying to fight the oldest warrior in the cosmos with rough skills like that? Step aside and watch how it's done."
Tomato huffed but relented, crossing her arms.
Alexander stepped forward, his massive broadsword resting on his shoulder, crown spinning lazily above his head. The air seemed to thicken around him, his conqueror's aura pressing outward.
Even Angel Michael's avatar frowned, wings shifting slightly. He straightened, hands still empty.
Alexander smiled, eyes sharp. "I've walked more battlefields than anyone here—mortal or divine. I know how to handle angels like you."
