Ezekiel
In but a moment, countless cracks and wounds shattered the giant, decimating it gradually with enormous speed.
Impossible. Impossible. Impossible....Impossibleimpossibleimpossibleimpossible! His eyes couldn't even follow her, the moment he could think of a counter attack he was struck from a different side. Her fist, her club, everything about her shattered him, and he had to use the entirety of his energies simply to stay alive. Dark explosions ripped from his body, desperately trying to keep up with her blows and act as a shield where his own body couldn't. Yes, he was so close. Oh so close so close so close!
There would be night. There would be darkness. His kind would thrive and he would prove himself to be the one to stand at the top. Such was his black ambition, his desire.
And yet, the light refused. Again and again, it clashed with his body. No matter how much he resisted, he could not defend from this fully. Even if he mitigated the damage, the light still seared his body and soul all the same. Too many, he could reduce the quality of the blows but nothing could stop their quantity, and his body began to crumble.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
His expression, barely distinguishable from the black fog seeping from his body and his countless wounds, was a mixture of a smile and an agonized scream. She kept hitting him, again and again, he should be able to dodge with his magic, but his body screamed in pain every time he tried casting a spell. It broke, from the inside and the outside. He was no immortal, his magic was limited by his vessel, he couldn't keep this up any more.
It hurt.
It was impossible. Just as he tried to barely stand, nothing more than a black mass of magic and reforming flesh, she stood high above him, readying the brightest light he ever witnessed.
"So this is the power of a lord of the police..." His eyes stared in awe at the sun itself, a divine grace from a God no doubt. His naked form healed the outside, he looked fine, but the internal damage was severe. This would be the last spell. But he didn't seem pained, scared or angry. He seemed... content. The same aloof expression as ever, but reflected on his empty eyes was a light that wasn't there at first.
This whole exchange, the expression of his soul, the clash against hers. It was nothing more than a few seconds at best. It was truly too quick.. but if he could experience it again, he would. Forever and ever. And so, the entirety of his magic focused and he replied to her divine chant with his own.
"HALLOWED GAZE OF THE ALMIGHTY, IN THE NAME OF THE TRINITY, I SAY NOW! BEGONE! HALLOWED WINTERS BEAM!"
"BLACK HOLE!"
And so, the darkness of the night shattered. His magic crumbled, and the power of darkness was all that kept his body from being instantly incinerated, leaving him to a slow and agonizing ascent into the skies, the light searing him like a forest before the fire. He fought, even now, desperately. But as he was launched up so agonizingly, he could but scream.
"IVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-"