He's calling...
Evil did not know how long he'd been running for... probably only a few minutes, but it was doing hell to him, he was out of breath, his legs felt weak as hell and he'd barely been avoiding Tyrael's attacks..
As he kept running, he barely made it into a clearing before he tripped, sending himself tumbling forward into the dirt with a grunt.
" D-Dammit! "
As he scrambled to get back up, Tyrael landed on the ground before him, kicking him back to the ground and pinning him there by specifically pinning the part where he'd stabbed him in the shoulder with the spear..
" Gh!- "
" Pathetic... You're still as weak as you were back then... "
" Nghh... D-don't talk to me like you know me! I have no idea who the hell you are! "
" ...Playing dumb, huh? Very well... If you wish to do that in your last moments.. then be my guest... "
After that Tyrael turned his spear into a blade, its form gleaming under the moonlight as he raised it into the air.
" May the gods have mercy on what'll be left of your accursed soul... "
Evil stared up at Tyrael in complete and utter terror as all he could do nothing, but sit there defenseless.. as the blade came down he squeezed his eyes shut and screamed.
" ANGEL, HELP!- "
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