His blade a rush of Heavenly steel, his mind a blur, his body graceful and powerful from decades of practice.  After his initial showdown with Grentath, an "adult" demon, he still had to deal with the demon's minions.  Spawn after spawn fell before his blade, creating a layer of ash on the ground that was becoming inches thick.  Saying a quick prayer, he jumped over a demon and hovered in mid-air for a moment.  Then, with a shout, he soared down and sliced the demon in half.  Upon landing, he knelt and said words of thanks to God, before turning and slicing into another demon.  Holding his sword above his head, he uttered an ancient word of power, Fos, and his sword shone like the sun.  Beams of holy light shot out and hit the thirty or so demons remaining, turning them into ash.  Sheathing his sword, he turned, knelt, and started saying words of thanks and asking for healing from the wounds he had sustained.  Finally, he stood and looked towards the sky.<br/><br/>Seeing a blur falling from the sky, Tiberius had no choice but to watch in awe as this angel of perfection rocketed towards him and hit the ground with a mighty crash. Through the ash and dust, he could make out the outline of a stunning Angel.  As the image became clearer, he could see it was his old friend Antonius. As the angel rose, he could see the ash of his fallen enemies clinging to the heavenly armor.  Raising his sword and shouting "Fos!" at the angel, his sword erupted in brilliant white light.  The stunning cascade of heavenly splendor hit the Archangel's armor and split into all of the colors of the rainbow.  Antonius, now ash free, beckoned him to Heaven.