Corbin stood atop the balled-up form of the archangel as it descended slowly from above, drifting down to the far end of the ruined street. His landing was calm, controlled, yet his presence pressed heavily against the battlefield as he positioned himself to block any possible path of retreat.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the air shifted.
Duke Haborym stood between them.
They circled him.
"I guess you were right. This sneaky bastard teleportation is a fraud." Corbin laughed like he won a million dollar lottery.
Damian chuckled while flexing his shoulders, causing bone breaking sounds to resonate from his body.
"Now we know he can't escape, we can focus on killing him."
"You bet!"
