As Moxie struggled to hold off Michael’s attack, the weight of the Archangel’s divine strength was overwhelming. In a desperate attempt, Moxie raised his sword to block the next strike, but in the blink of an eye, the sword shattered, the fragments scattering through the air like shards of glass.

Moxie’s heart raced. Michael's blade was already descending again, aimed straight for him. Before he could react, a blur of movement caught the corner of his eye—Insanity, with a broken arm, leaped into the fray. The pieces of Moxie’s broken sword grazed Insanity’s face, leaving a bloody trail, but he paid it no mind. His focus was solely on Michael.

With a thunderous crash, Insanity’s body collided with Michael’s, stopping the Archangel’s strike just in time. The impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield, causing the ground to tremble beneath them. Moxie was flung backward by the force of the collision, landing hard beside Liza, who rushed to his side.

“You moron,” Liza muttered as she began healing Moxie’s wounds, her hands glowing with energy. “Jumping in like that...”

Moxie winced but managed a faint smile. “Had no choice...”

Liza shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips despite the chaos. “You always have a choice, idiot.”

As Liza continued her healing, Moxie couldn’t help but feel the weight of the battle crashing down on him. His body, though mended, was still aching from the strain. Insanity was giving it everything he had, and for the first time, Moxie saw just how far his unpredictable ally was willing to go.

Back in the fight, Insanity's wild, untamed power clashed with Michael’s calculated strikes. Each hit sent ripples of energy through the air, the ground cracking beneath their feet. Michael’s expression was one of pure rage as he swung his sword with precision, but Insanity, despite his injuries, fought with a reckless abandon that kept the Archangel on his toes.

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“You’re just delaying the inevitable!” Michael roared, his sword glowing with divine energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. “You cannot defeat me!”

Insanity grinned, blood trickling down his face. “Maybe not, but you’re sure as hell going to remember me.”

With a surge of adrenaline, Insanity slammed his fist into the ground, causing an eruption of energy that momentarily forced Michael back. It was a small victory, but it gave Moxie and Liza the time they needed to recover.

“Ready?” Liza asked as she finished healing Moxie, her eyes flicking between him and the chaos of the battlefield.

“Always,” Moxie replied, his voice steadier now as he rose to his feet.

Moxie and Liza knew that their chances were slim, but they couldn’t let Insanity face Michael alone. The trio had to work together if they were to survive this divine encounter. As Moxie steadied himself, he noticed something strange—the air around them felt thicker, as though the very fabric of reality was shifting.

“What the...?” Moxie muttered, his instincts kicking in. He turned to Liza, who looked just as confused.

“It’s like... something’s changing,” Liza said, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the battlefield. “We need to be careful.”

Before they could figure out what was happening, Michael had regained his footing and was already charging toward them. His eyes burned with divine fury, his sword raised high as he prepared to unleash a devastating blow.

Insanity, barely standing after the last exchange, spat blood and grinned defiantly. "Let’s see what you’ve got, angel boy.”

But as Michael's sword swung down, a ripple of power surged through the battlefield—something more than just a clash of divine strength. Moxie, Liza, and Insanity could feel it in their bones. The very earth beneath them trembled, and the sky above seemed to darken as if responding to a greater force.

Michael’s attack, though powerful, suddenly lost some of its momentum. He faltered, confusion flashing across his face for a brief moment. The trio, sensing an opportunity, prepared to counter. Something was shifting—whether it was a new player in the game or the gods themselves watching closely, they could all feel the tension in the air growing thicker.

And as the next chapter of their struggle unfolded, Moxie, Insanity, and Liza braced themselves for whatever force had just awakened on the battlefield.