The Angel grit his teeth in pain. The lightning surged through his body, burning out the bottom of his foot. It wouldn't kill him, but it sure as hell didn't feel good. Gritting his teeth, he brought up the flat of the shield, aiming to bash in Cain's face or neck. The shield was wide, and the retaliation was swift. He could hardly miss. Meanwhile, he began charging up magic of his own. Flames began to wreath his mace, growing into a globule of shimmering heat, shining with a silver light. Pheonix Fire.... The stuff burned demons like napalm.