"I doubt that," Evangeline chimed in. "Everyone has weaknesses. Even the most perfect beings, such as angels, have weaknesses. If you clip their pigeon wings, they become helpless children trying to fight."
"Does it look like I'm a puny being such as an angel?" Lagus asked with a chuckle. "Angels and demons are nourishment to me. They're pretty weak creatures, with the strongest being a Primordial. Though, I can't say I know much about the Archangels. Those pesky birds don't show themselves even to the higher beings."
"Right. Then what are you?" Neraxis asked. "You're clearly not human."
"Wow. What a hard thing to figure out, isn't it?" Lagus tilted his head. "For your information, I've grown tired of having this chat with you two. So prepare yourselves. I will be attacking now."
The moment his words fell, Neraxis dashed backward, and so did Evangeline.