Herforao smirked, finally able to get rid of the annoying group. He then turned his head at Razael, who was staring at him with a face contorting to anger. "How dare you! I won't forgive you! You will be punished!" He was saying something along those lines and honestly, Herforao was already growing tired of hearing it.
Hence, another round began. Obviously, Razael was at a disadvantage. Due to the lack of buffs supported by the choir, his speed decreased and even his attack could only scratch at the scales of Herforao. Herforao also began not to restrain himself, shaping the liquid form effortlessly–to cold sharp weapons and bullets, limiting Razael's movements.
Razael was clearly distracted, peeking at the state of his fellow kin from time to time. Suddenly, his golden eyes flashed. Then, Herforao was startled to feel the sudden outburst of mana in the direction from the other angels.