Paradigm Shift Part Three
The body of the red-haired man approached the angelic flying figure of the entity in one swift thrust. Akainmhar's fist tightened as the winged quickly approached him, baring him the road from approaching the angelic creature standing in front of him.
A small smirk appeared under Akainmhar before his blazing, red, right hand sped toward the right-wing as though that wing had been there forever. His fist went straight through an angle that would traverse both of the two humongous wings, and as soon as he touched the fated wings, it was as though a nuclear bomb had appeared out of nowhere.
His darkened fist turned into blazing charcoals that roasted the pure white wings in a split second. The crystalline feather popped under the intense temperature, as part of the skeletal frame under it began oozing into a yellow-whitish liquid that spread away with the wind of the shock wave.