The Four Virtues Angel Fortitudo, representing the element of fire, beat its magnificent white wings. At the Sage's command, its draconic heads, set with red and blue gemstones, opened their maws and spewed a terrifying torrent of magma at the Arcanist below. Salomon reacted swiftly. The moment he recognized what type of angel the Sage had summoned, he drew out the shield Athena had given him from the void and displayed the professional skill of Kamar-Taj's finest Arcanists.
"Darling, come help me!" Salomon called for Bayonetta without hesitation, showing no desire to stubbornly tough it out alone.
It was not as though he could not defeat the Four Virtues Angel. Perhaps when he had first encountered the Witch and the Four Virtues Angel, he truly had lacked the ability to kill those malformed creatures. But for the current Arcanist, taking down Fortitudo would only require a little time. Whether he used the spells granted by Yog-Sothoth or the Sacred Sword, he could finish it quickly.
However, Salomon had no time, because his true opponent was not the Four Virtues Angel but the Sage, who possessed Swift Flowing Light, a terrifying spell comparable to Witch Time. Even with the Holy Marks' enhancement, Salomon's reactions could not become fast enough to stop time. No matter how sturdy the plates of his Power Armor were, gaps still remained between them. If he lost focus for even a moment, the masked Sage could inflict a fatal wound. He had to remain concentrated, or the next time, that golden spear tip would do more than merely scratch the reliefs on his Power Armor.
The Witch raised one finger, and Salomon agreed without hesitation. It was their little signal for competing over who got to be the "midnight bedroom cowboy." With perfect understanding, Bayonetta summoned Madame