A few moments later;
Azazel's body slammed into the earth, the ground shattering beneath him like glass. A plume of dust shot upward.
Kael didn't wait. He landed atop Azazel with his daggers raised, both enveloped by dark primordial flames.
Azazel's eyes snapped open, and he raised his hand. "Ahhhh"
A ripple of divine magic pulsed outward through his palms, striking Kael on the chest, flinging him backward like a ragdoll. He crashed into a broken mausoleum wall, shattering it upon impact.
Azazel slowly rose with his wings spread wide, his chest heaving, although the glowing "X" Kael carved still pulsing with primordial flames. His hands trembled from rage.
The earlier arrogance, playfulness, and dominance from Azazel's face died down while Kael seemed like he was filled with enjoyment.
