Bayonetta had just used an extremely brutal method to hack the last Thrones to death. Flesh and blood splattered across the ground from beneath the angel's white porcelain skin. Although the blood quickly evaporated into golden motes of light, the scent of rosemary still clung to her hair, nearly overwhelming the fragrance of her diamond lily perfume. She drove her longsword into the angel's marble face and crushed the gold ornaments on its armor beneath her high heel. "The little boy said he was going to heaven?" she asked. "Did he ask us to help?"
"I don't think that thing can trouble him." Jeanne rolled her wrist to ease the soreness from taking a Thrones' attack head-on. "Since when did you start worrying like a mother? I thought that was Miranda's job. Your little boy is crying up in the sky. Are you going up there to nurse him?"
Bayonetta laughed. "When did you become so irritable, Jeanne?"
"Maybe when I didn't chop off that Powers' head." Jeanne let out a breath. "Good thing we didn't take his stupid advice. If we'd used the Explosive Rounds Gun, I'd have more than soft tissue bruising."
The snake-shaped Upper Angel's head alone stood nearly ten meters tall. Its exposed, sharp metal fangs fit together perfectly, reflecting the sunlight above the clouds. Gems and halos covered its elegant, streamlined body, while geometric metal wings and ornate clocks set with rubies upon its head proclaimed the creature's perfection.
It was a colossal being. Compared to it, Salomon was like a newborn kitten, yet the Upper Angel had frantically retreated the instant it saw him, as if it had encountered a natural predator, trying to escape Salomon's pursuit. The only threats worth mentioning were several Intermediate Power Angels accompanying the Upper Angel. The jetpack behind