"Coward" he snorts as she disappears, and continues his swoop, making him a moving target should she show up again.<br/><br/>With a decidely less than manly yelp of surprise, he feels her body latching onto him from behind, little hands grabbing and rending at his wings with surprising strength.  They were tough, celestial appendages, but certainly they could be broken, and certainly they hurt.<br/><br/>He lets them go, a rippling wave of divine flame erupts from his spine, it doesn't burn her, simply rolling up the length of his wings like a wave of cleansing flame, and they dissappear, leaving only a fine sparkling dust behind.<br/><br/>Now she's on his back.  His grip on the axe chokes up, holding it just beneath the blades, and he swipes it behind his side, to hack at her hips and waist, while they freefall toward the ground.<br/><br/>Regardless of the success of his chops, he tosses the weapon away, and grabs a thin wrist in his hands, his shield arm curling back to grab the other, the barrier strapped to his forearm, leaving his hand free.  He yanks both arms forward, to squash her to his back as they fall.