My wings simply shatter, rather than fall to the ground. I simply expend a bit of magical power to reactivate them. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't I tell you? I am a supernatural being, not human. You seem to haven't realized that the giant ass laser never impacted and detonated. I can control its trajectory. This mist surrounding us can redirect any projectile and absorb the impact of melee strikes. Simply put, I am an angel who's tragic past related grudges and what is admittedly edginess, cause my corruption. You have no understanding of my existence do you? I can infer that you are a fourth dimensional natural sentient life form. I am rambling but you get the idea. Careful, never know when the blast will reappear." I remark. I know that she is already acting and that my diatribe has left me open, but I am more than ready for what she does next. I spread my 16 angelic wings. [spoiler]It was 10 but I retconed this recently[/spoiler]