The Angel parried, his shield coming up to deflect the blow. The sword scratched the angelic carvings on the shield, but not much else. Whipping around, Kaphiel launched a blow at Cain's sternum, aiming to stave in his ribcage. His strikes were savage, yet refined; training powered by incredible rage. Kaphiel disliked demons. quite a bit.<br/><br/>"You're a fair swordsman, I'll give you that. But that blade will never pierce my armor."<br/><br/>He said, and Cain knew the angel was right. All the important parts of the angel were protected, none exposed to the blade's biting edge. He'd need something blunt.