Mael
"Tch-!" His head swayed sideways, a bright violet beam of divine terror hurled straight into the heavens, slashing the lances in its way to try and deflect them in the nick of time - the ones in Aruna and Mael's way, at least. The skies burned in a violent explosion.
"Oh? Is killing yourself and all of us part of your great plan?"
At the same time, Mael dodged whatever his eye didn't break. He had been drawing the straddlers in, luring them into his crippling slashes, observing them. That's because he recognized something was different about them. And yet, while he barely noticed their increase in speed, he acknowledged that something was terribly wrong. There was no way Aruna would use that dark mist to strengthen the enemy, and yet the darkness burning from them enforced their every move. And they had a familiar presence to them. They were all riding Aruna's darkness.
It couldn't be helped. For a moment, he let go of the knife in his left hand. His body looked open, inviting.
"I've seen enough. Die."
A dance of gunpowder and steel.
The bullets shot straight into Angel's joints, cripplingly lodging in their limbs to negate their movement. Suddenly, he grabbed the knife mid-air.... and the assault began. Strength in unity is a dangerous foe, but Mael was a breaker of armies. Their openings, he'd cut into nothing. Their movements, he turned into openings. And when he couldn't slash it all in one swoop, he crushed it with his own body to pummel them away from him. Not to kill, but to break beyond capacity to fight.
Because his enemy was growing closer.
Mael ran past the broken, charging another beam.