The imp doesn't have long to chase Iuliael. What almost seems like a shooting star suddenly burns its way straight into the demon and against the wall of a building.

Joker is only half a man as he pins the creature, decapitating it neatly with his jaw clenched tight. The rest of him is burning, shifting light, an aurora crafted roughly into the shape of a man and wings. What part of him is human-looking enough, however, is clearly stressed. Angels don't really need to sleep, being what they are, but he in particular looks exhausted.... and pretty pissed off, all speaking.

"Bleedin' shit week, innit, Iuliael?" he says, managing to remember the other angel's name.