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Jacob felt the tingle of dark energy rush up his spine as Kimadantes began to open the Rift that would take them straight to Hell. He moved to the edge of the cloud bank, and gazed out. The Angels were milling about, preparing to attack. Jacob swore, and ducked back into the cloud bank. This wasn't good. He'd managed to take out the first Angel so easily only because he'd had the element of surprise. Had it been a straightforward fight, Jacob had no doubt that the Angel would've been able to hold out long enough for the rest of the regiment to arrive.

Against a full Angelic Regiment, Jacob didn't entertain any illusions of success. He might be able to take down a handful of soldiers, maybe a knight if he had all of the luck in the world. Then there was the fact that, as an Angel Nephilim, he probably wouldn't be taken as a prisoner. If he was lucky, they'd kill him on the spot. If not, he was sure that there was a special place in Purgatory just for "traitors" like him.

The Angels charged, moving into the cloud bank en masse. Jacob smirked. He darted into the thick of the Regiment as it entered the clouds, cut at a few of the soldiers, and retreated again. Chaos ensued as Angels, hindered by poor visibility, began to fight each other, the energies flowing from the opening Rift permeating everything with a twinge of demonic energy. Simply put, everything seemed like a Demon to the Angels, whose confusion would hopefully buy enough time to get Jacob and Kimadantes through the Rift.