Nick

The air smelt like dases and tickled at Nick's cheeks. Through the wind he could hear the screams of the bear fading, and the screams of combat closing in. lying on the ground with a face as white as snow the fire lord slept. Nick, not caring that the man left him behind a second ago, picked him up with one arm, and put him on his back. Nick could smell the taste of death in the air, bitter and irony. Nick had his fill of fun, yet it still made him excited. Sprinting at top speed, he could see the massive building closing into view. Bodies halfheartedly scattered the ground. Some with deep cuts, others with harsh stings and bites, all were the same there were no survivors. No one screaming for a medic, no man fighting his wound to stay alive, all of them brutally with care were dead, without any mistake. This didn't mean they lost. Half their number have died, where only six of the angels have met the same fate. Morale is low, many would have tried to run, if they weren't going to get run down by the monsters and die anyway. From the smoke a small line of wounded piled up, with Jorge trying his best to heal them all. 

Nick found an opening and booked it to the backlines. Jorge was frantically tending to a man who was spurting blood from the neck. 

Nick cleared his throat. "Can you heal the guy on my back?"

"One second." Nick said with a tone on the verge of breaking. 

After he stopped the bleeding, he reluctantly turned to look at nick. 

"A paladin? Won't most of you supposed to be dead?" He looked a bit closer. "You're the guy who was running from the heavenly defiant monster?"

"Please can you heal him." He heavily flopped the fire lord on to the ground. "He will be of great help."

Jorge squatted down, placing his fingers on the fire lord's wrist. "I can't believe I have to say this again today. Though I'm a saint, I can't revive the dead."

This confused Nick a bit, he was just alive a second ago.

"Can you check again, I'm sure there was a mistake."

"A mistake? I don't make mistakes, this man has been dead for at least five minutes. Stop wasting my time and let me heal you, so you can rejoin the fight."

"Hu? Okay." Nick gave forth his arm allowing the holy pain to rush over him. Excruciating, the same intense pain of his arm crumpling in on itself. Each of the joints straightened, the muscle fiber combed themselves back together, each tendon and vein miraculously returned to shape. The skin that was shredded like cheese, mended itself before the eye. But before this show was even done, Jorge was off tending to another. 

Nick tightened his fists. Ready now to rejoin the fight.

"One more thing." Jorge added. "Author would probably want to talk to you, he's in the center currently fighting with the remaining three paladins. "

"Hmm?" Was all Nick said before rushing towards the middle.

This was not a battle, they never stood a chance against this many Angels in the first place, if it was ten or even fifteen, the victory would have been pyrrhic, but at least it would have been a victory. This was just way too much, and they had no right participating in the first place. 

From the vicinity of the middle, the quality of the fighters began to grow, it's like a spear piercing a shield. Those under the rank of commander saw themselves fit to transport the injured. The whole field is covered in blood, monster and human alike. It was a wonder how the line did not collapse. 

The angels didn't have such unity, rushing to fight the nearest combatant, and tearing them to bits. Some of the stronger angels started casting powerful spell decimating the little resistance that's left. 

Arthur is standing over two massive bodies, each filled with stab and cut wounds. "Come at me." He egged the monsters on.