Angel Bane (Part Three)

"I'm goin', wife," Bannok muttered. "Take care of me, will ya?"

"Pff, go on," She groaned. "Git."

"Love you too," He scoffed before turning away and breaking into a jog. 

One of the flying angels dove towards him with spear in hand, this one with a myriad of wings and ablaze with holy fire. 

"⌈Crimson Stride⌋," Bannok swatted it away like a horsefly, a red trail following his weapon. The male angel smashed into a building, its wings broken, a cut on its chest, and with another blood-red slash of energy cleaving the creature into top and bottom. 

A slash and magical after-effect?

That... wasn't a skill Ariadne was familiar with. It wasn't the first time Bannok had hid her abilities from her... but it was inconceivable to her that he was drunk-training in the fields behind her back. 

In an instant, Bannok was engaged with the tentacle-thing, dodging beams of light and its pounding claws.