He gasps, stumbling back as he clutches at his arm. That is not an angel blade and it shouldn't be possible but more than that is that hint of familiarity now burns through him. His grace reacts violently to the whatever power runs through the weapon and he doubles over, head pounding. He knows that power, he recognizes it and that undoubtedly makes it more dangerous.

He sheathes his own blade, arm still weak and burning as he raises his eyes to the target. He can finish this without a weapon.