Four. A crossbowman had finished reloading and fired in Her direction. She dashed towards him, catching the bolt mid air with Her free hand as She did, and skewered his heart with it. Dead.
Three. An enemy ran up with a shield and sword, backed up by another enemy with a hammer, and attacked Her. She parried the sword and used Her own to stab his exposed side all the way through and out the other side. Dead.
Two. She removed the shield of the corpse and held it up to block the hammer. It struck the shield with an almost deafening clang, and She bashed his head with it before doing it properly with the hammer he dropped. Dead.
One. She then turned towards the soldier, who watched the entire spectacle unfold, and dashed towards him, wings extended, sword ready.
The soldier was confused. Him? Why him? He was so certain that this Angel was sent for him. His faith in Her being his salvation never faltered at any moment in the brawl that had just happened. He watched as She went through the enemy ranks and thinned them faster than any knight he had ever seen. He stood as She finished off the last of the hostiles and now She was coming for him?
Of course. She WAS his salvation. She WAS his rescuer. She had just saved him for last so that She could finish what he started before She took him away.
As this revelation dawned upon him, he smiled again. He gazed into those same Ocean Blue eyes he had been transfixed on before, but instead of the raging storm he saw earlier, he found the calm sea. He dropped his sword as She closed the distance. This time, he wouldn't dare close his eyes.
In a flash, She was upon him, and Her sword found its target.
But it wasnt the soldier. A previously unseen enemy had managed to get directly behind him and would have finished him off if She hadn't noticed him and got to him when She did. A moment later, and he would have been shish kebab.
The enemy fell backwards behind him at the same time his sword hit the ground