Only half

It was a Hunter, not a knight, that drew their sword.

He had entered the dungeon and had lived so long inside that he had forgotten that he even was a Hunter. But for some reason, his instincts kicked in. Hunters normally felt either bloodthirst, when they saw a good opponent, or fear, when they saw too strong a foe.

The angel saw him draw his blade, and it immediately attacked.

It summoned a strange trident, made of what looked to be pure gold.

The angel instantly shot a beam of light towards the Hunter, and the Hunter lost his arm. The angel attacked again, and this time the Hunter lost his head.

The beam of light had come from the trident, which now looked like it was guarding the angel.

The soldiers that had been waiting with their shields stared in shock. They were looking at their comrade, who was just killed by the angel, just a few feet from them

Every single soldier there was feeling the same thing.