The longer the fight between Arad and Mathilde went, the more he realised that the last thing he wanted to fight was an angel.
They were made to resemble the abominations they were killing, and thus, all bore strange powers of their own. It didn't matter how much Arad tried to resist, his legs refused to move as well as they used to.
What worried him even further was that influence wasn't of any magical or mystical nature. Mathilde was just too skilled with her legs and had enough mastery over her footwork to taunt him into moving the way she wanted, always being several steps ahead.
What's more, it was just her humanoid, angel form that moved with that grace. Her true form, the ugly amalgamation of feet and eyes, moved with the same grace.
