They're all haggard, damaged, but resolved. Still angels of the Host for whatever that was worth and they would go down fighting rather than simply fading away into nothingness. Better to finally face the end on your feet.
Balthazar's grace sings along theirs, directing the flow of power against the ancient wards woven into the very fabric of the prison and Gadreel murmurs a few words of encouragement to his fading brethren as they surge forward. Light surges and crackles and for a moment it doesn't feel like the wards will break. There. The tiniest crack in the wards is enough and as the angels throw themselves forward, it all begins to unravel.
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Date: 2015-02-02 02:20 am (UTC)Balthazar's grace sings along theirs, directing the flow of power against the ancient wards woven into the very fabric of the prison and Gadreel murmurs a few words of encouragement to his fading brethren as they surge forward. Light surges and crackles and for a moment it doesn't feel like the wards will break. There. The tiniest crack in the wards is enough and as the angels throw themselves forward, it all begins to unravel.
"Again!"