Grace launched herself at Azrael with everything she had. Sure, everything she had wasn't much compared to Azrael, but it would have to be enough.
Their blades met in the air once again. Their collision shook the entire Dominion. Windows exploded. Towers cracked. Angels fighting below stumbled as the shockwave hit.
Grace parried away Azrael's sword and went to punch her with her left hand. Azrael's fist met Grace's gauntlet-covered punch. The impact created a sphere of pure force that expanded outward before collapsing. Azrael was fine, Grace's left arm was almost dust.
"You think absorbing my corruption makes you my equal?" Azrael grabbed Grace's arm and spun, throwing her through three buildings.
"WHOOOA!"
Grace twisted mid-air and landed on her feet. Her body screamed in protest - broken ribs, torn muscles, internal bleeding.
And still, Grace kept her eyes on Azrael.
