The newcomer was sensed long before he was seen, and his intent was made abundantly apparent, the inherently evil nature he bore standing out like a tainted black beacon amongst the demons. Lucene's presence within Raziel stirred violently and in unsettling motions, its corruption wishing to be loosed. But Raziel would not unleash her. Not yet. Every human had a chance at salvation, and Raziel would not rob this man of his.
Instead, the mighty fountain of power that roared like a hurricane about Raziel excited the earth beneath, and the space around him as boulders and rocks seemed to rise from the earth or freeze mid-flight within a stasis lock, or so it would appear to the eye of one not gifted with sight beyond sight. In truth, this was the secondary function of the edification weave, trapping the energy of the objects within, and locking it until inevitable reapplication.
The six foot infernal heater shield positioned just aside the angel swivelled to the rear with telekinetic influence, bow following suit just in time for the man(as he comes out of the throng of demons) to see Raziel's gauntlet strike earth with such stores of masterfully focused power that the stone and steel crumbled and flash-melted into the shape of a moat distanced ten feet out from him, molten lava filling the fissure.
The demons, finally in realization of their inferiority in the face of such powers tried to flee from the battle, but the angel of secrets would not allow them to escape justice.
The massive stores of energy within the hundreds of rocks surrounding him was suddenly reapplied in full force, firing like a gattling gun into the legion, mowing them down like blades of grass. By virtue of unfortunate positioning, the newcomer would also be subject to the suppressive fire, standing at the front lines of the devilish host.
The shield swiveled back around to the front facing position, embedding itself into the earth like a tower shield as six wings sprouted from either side to more than double its length across. From behind his bulwark he gripped the serpentine bow, pulling back against the string with such force any other would have snapped betwixt. Slowly, power built within the bow as it manipulated the natural occurrences of energy within the surroundings.