Frankie stood firm against the newly restored form of his adversary, The runes on his body blazing into clarity.  They were written almost uniformly in Latin, yet a substantial portion were in Greek, and some were in Arabic.  Frankie walked forward, tempted to simply dissolve his body into the earth and come back at full strength.  Yet that would open up London to the tender mercies of the death angel before him.<br/><br/>"Don't speak with the authority of the name of the Lord.  He has turned his face from you too."  Frankie pulled a massive girder from the edge of the crater, and held it towards the pale being like a spear.  "You might feel confident, but you waited too long before turning up your energy production.  Your limbs are too damaged to move and fight properly, and I suspect you need that silvery essence inside you just as much as I do."  Frankie smiled, finding a piece of metal with which he began to etch Roman characters onto the girder.<br/><br/>As he finished the characters, the girder bore a simple inscription: MVRPHY.  Frankie's body glowed as the girder was infused with occult power, and its form soon glowed as it began to exist in multiple dimensions at once.  Frankie slowly stalked to the side, holding up his impromptu Lance of Longinus  As his eyes met Elohim's sensor array, noting that she was ready to strike at any moment.  "Decide what's important to you."  Frankie said simply, as he let the girder fly directly towards Elohim's head.  Which just happened to be right in the path of Corrine.