Zakkael tries, nobly, to fend off the attacks of the Xiticix warriors, but they are too many and too powerful. The Shield of Faith is batted aside, and the SuperWarrior showers the would-be angel with vicious strikes, the worst of which is a gaping wound to the chest.
"No weapon...formed...Light of Heaven, I have failed." Zakkael begins to sink to the floor as Calyx surges to the rescue, lightning flying this way and that, chopping down the huntsbug, and holding off the continued onslaught of the SuperWarrior.
An otherworldly voice, small as a mouse and loud as the rolling of thunder, rings out through the caverns, sending a tingle through the core of everyone there.
"NOT YET, MY CHILD."
Zakkael's head snaps to attention, staring deeper into the cavern than the walls would allow. "Yes, my Lord." Dropping the Staff of Justice and the Shield of Faith, Zakkael springs to his feet with strength he's never displayed, slamming the SuperWarrior back into the wall. "Behold, I am the Angel of Vengeance. The Will of the Light is never thwarted. You have sown your seed of destruction, and you shall reap a full harvest of exactly that!" For the first time, Zakkael draws forth the Sword of Vengeance, the blade-handle slicing into his hand. He yells out, but not in pain. His life's blood, pumping from the gaping gash in his chest, spews out onto the hilt, and the whole blade is consumed in a pulsating, angry red glow. In an instant, the glow consumes the Lyn-Srial. He charges, borne up on wings of fire, slashing the Sword of Vengeance through the weapons, arms, and chest of the SuperWarrior. Pieces of Xiticix limbs, swords, guns, and entrails fall to the ground, then are consumed with the sound of a thunderclap, vanishing into nothing.
"My friends, the Angel of Vengeance...nay, today, the Angel of Death goes before you to clear your path. Bring the Good News to the Longtooth, the Moon Hunters, and the Edinos, that they are delivered from this threat by the unstoppable Will of the Light!" Zakkael slashes his sword vertically through the air. Immediately following the wake of the blade is a sound of rushing wind, and a rift in space opens before him. Without hesitation, he plunges through. Through the cataclysm of combat, Herra is able to see down the corridor just enough to notice a red rift open, then shut in a blink. The sounds of Xiticix chatter, panicked, if such a sound exists, echoes down the halls. She spies a form that could only belong to the Xiticix queen being forced backwards by a red light. As she watches, the glowing red form of Zakkael lands a strike, causing the queen to chatter in pain. In a blur of motion, six more blows are landed, the second to last strike cleaving the queen's head from her body, and the 7th and final blow hewing the body in two from top to bottom.
Zakkael's voice travels down the hall, clearly audible to each of his allies. "Into your hands, great and merciful Light, I commend my spirit."
The same otherworldly voice rings out.
"WELL DONE, GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT. COME HOME TO YOUR REWARD."
A pure, bright, holy white light shines down the hall from the Queen's chamber, bathing the Joker's Jokers in a warm reassurance, brighter than the sun, but at the same time, not blinding. The light fades, leaving them to their quarry. Zakkael's body, blood, armor, and the Sword of Vengeance...are nowhere to be found.