The star's surface fractured under the sheer force of the Guardian attempting to break past the Angel's shield, to no avail.
Michael stood slightly behind her graceful figure, feeling the same connection he did with Devil.
Heaven's Judgment… his soul weapon. The one that had been with him through countless battles, saving his life on more than one occasion.
Positioned before him, she lessened the load on his shoulders, preventing the serpent from dealing lethal damage.
Once a shotgun and shield, now an ally that fought by his side.
His lips parted, searching for confirmation.
"Angel?"
A rhetorical question, but he had to make sure. It could be the effect of a mental haze or just his mind playing tricks on him.
At his question, Angel's shoulders trembled ever so slightly.
She heard him.
Not by using telepathy, nor by relying on their connection.
But genuinely perceived the tone of his voice and every slight deviation in it, sensing his unease.
