257 Thine Justice Shall Prevail (2)

The obsidian scythe grazed the angel's wings. Black particles sizzled off the wing as silver feathers crashed against the ground, their size and weight created a crater the size of a horse. 

Pontiff Nari's angelic face contorted in pain. Her oblong shaped eyes narrowed, making for an unsettling sight. She retracted her wings then dashed toward Hartwell. The latter thrust his scythe forward, but Nari ducked underneath it and continued her approach. 

As she got close enough to Hartwell's chest, the latter jumped backwards and pulled his weapon toward him. The obsidian blade whistled as it made its way toward the Pontif, who spread her wings behind her back then punched the champion of death in the chest.