The Futile Struggle of the Winged Angel

"Hey, little shit, you aren't as fast as me, so quit it!" Lapace said with a joyful expression, his body flickering through the battlefield as though he were nothing more than a streak of light.

"EKEKEKEKE! EKEKEKEKE!" The winged goblin answered with an unpleasant laugh, swinging her double light lance through the air and sending two brilliant arcs of light toward the arrogant Constellation.

Lapace tilted his head slightly before twisting his body, allowing the two attacks to pass beside him.

A trail of lightning followed his movements, illuminating the ruined ground beneath his feet as he appeared several meters away, completely unharmed.

"Quit it! Quit it!" he shouted, raising Mjolnir above his head with an exaggerated expression of annoyance.

The sky gradually darkened, and countless clouds gathered overhead, their blackened surfaces flashing with the light of countless bolts of lightning.

"This is far too easy."