[The demons drop Galiel, who drops like a lead weight to the floor, clutching feebly at his throat. Light is seeping through those cracks, now, brighter and brighter every moment, and Shaitan is raging, trying to hold the shield.] How the fuck does one fucking angel . . .

[And it's not one angel, it's a hundred, with Giborel and Guriel leading the charge, suddenly there as the shield gives way beneath the onslaught of a Century.]