Ligur was dragging himself up in preperatopm fpr another vicious slash at the angel's face when all heaven was suddenly let loose. All in all he would have quite probably found a direct hit by a tactical nuclear warhead marginally preferable.

"Bleedin' heaven," he swore, as he ineffectually attempted to shield his eyes from the divine light.

Lurching and almost overcome by the urge to shriek he blindly lunged for the nearest door. Too pained to utter any threats about getting the angelic bastard next time.