Zachariah
Henry charged, his weapons put away and his powers at rest. He was ready for a fist fight and Zachariah was ready to oblige him. The heat that emanated from the flaming angels body was benign now, in the hundreds of degrees instead of thousands. The blinding light hat pierced the air from his shining halo dimmed. pain began to numbly pulse through his body. The strain slowly drained the ether from his form, flaking off in fiery bits which rose into the sky, returning to the clouds above. Zachariah's form began to loose its ethereal properties as the flames that made up his body receded, returning to flesh in small spots scattered about his limbs. In spite of it all, this didn't deter the angel.
Zachariah followed suit in Henry's charge, quickly bursting into motion with a fierce battlecry. Fire exploded behind the angel, pushing him forward with a rush of momentum. A pair of his upper most wings disintegrated in the blur of motion, fading into a trail of smoke as the energy sustaining them withered. The loss didn't hold him back, but it did begin to slow him from his blinding speeds. Zachariah led with a massive right hook, winding back to put his strength behind the blow. Then, at the last moment when he and Henry were closest, Zachariah threw his punch downward, faking the punch while making his own back vulnerable, and instead using the shift in his body weight to bring his leg up in a upside down roundhouse kick.
A battle of punches indeed.