The police office building exploded in a wondrous flurry of lights and fire as the glass shattered and Vanguard burst out roaring with fury smashing to the ground below, crashing back before finally stopping himself. Blood covered his face as he looked up at the angel of death. Charmeine floated her angelic wings on full display in the air as she held a golden orb in her hand. Flicking his hand around, he scoffed with his dull look. "Typical; I'm always getting the longwinded fights, aren't I?"
"Attacking me like that was a stupid idea, Marcus Culling. You may not know it, but you are incredibly outmatched."
"When am I not?" He sighs, walking forward towards Charmeine. "Regardless, I've always come out on top when I needed. Regardless of what happens next, taking you down is all that matters."