London Calling RPG

The fight was as short-lived as the previous one. Anael's wings came out, and he was soon on the creature's back, an arm around its throat, pulling it off the ground so it could not brace itself on it. He focused his Grace straight onto it, and if this time, he had to shine a little brighter and it took the beast a little longer to collapse in his arms, Anael did not seem to notice. He let it go to drop to the ground in a heap, and touched ground neatly next to the Titan. "Any idea how many there are?"