Twenty minutes into combat, Valentine's body now forty percent crystallized and the cracks spreading visibly with each passing second, Satou made his move.
They were exchanging blows in close quarters, divine palms meeting demonic claws, when Satou suddenly shifted tactics.
Instead of defending or dodging Valentine's next attack, he simply... took it.
The divine palm strike hit Satou's chest with full angelic power, the impact breaking scales, crushing tissue, divine energy burning into his body.
But in the moment of impact, when Valentine-Zarathiel was committed to the strike and couldn't easily disengage, Satou's hand shot out with speed enhanced by [TIME DILATION].
His clawed hand closed around Valentine's throat.
"WHAT—" The angel started to speak.
Satou's grip tightened, Void Fang energy coating his claws, the existence-erasing power beginning to unmake the divine armor around Valentine-Zarathiel's neck.
