Forced Into A Corner

While still being held in place, forced to guard against the powerful strike of the muscle-bound man, Radueriel was on the receiving end of flashing pierces. It was even more perplexing how the thin rapier wielded by the dark-haired, icy-eyed woman continued to inflict damage on his body.

She's level thirty–I can see that clearly! There's no tricks like with the man, so how–?! Radueriel questioned.

The angel inspected the rapier as it passed by his gaze, deciphering its origin: "The Silver Line".

Upon finding its name, he was able to figure out its true nature–the ability to bypass the defense of its target.

What? Something like that…?! The angel thought in a furry.

Just as he mustered up his strength, fueled by the rage of being helplessly attacked, he exuded a golden radiance, forcing the man above him back as a pulse of divinity propelled outward like a shock wave.