Thaal struggled to sit up, but he forced his broken body up. When he saw the angels eyes they seemed to set his soul on fire. Thaal could not make sense of his feelings for this complete stranger. "My name... I am Thaal, eldest son of general Baal and warlord of the fifth level of hell." He stated, his eternally sad eyes looking down at the floor. He could not muster up the power to look the beautiful angel eye to eye. "This armor removes itself, it is an manifestation of my willpower." Thaal learned to create this armor from his father. As long as his will did not break his armor was nearly indestructible. The fact that his helmet had been shattered was only an example to show how powerful the archangel truly was, despite the fact that magic and enchanted weapons can still pierce the armor. The armor began fading away, revealing an long sleeved black shirt bearing an orange emblem that represented war in the middle of the shirt. His jeans and boots were black. The only thing that seemed to define his personality was an strange ring that was completely made out of diamond. The inside swirled with some type of essence that almost seemed to be drawn to Thaal, only being help back by it's diamond prison. Thaal looked up at the angel finally and made eye contact, but did not speak.