FWOOSH. That wind is something else, that's for sure. It knocks back mortals, angels, and demons alike. And Zangetsu isn't immune to it -- his four wings catch the cold, bitter wind like sails and he's blown back nearly to the edge of the ritual site before he manages to dig into the snowy ground with his claws.

"Christ--"

But that's not the end of the assault. Ice spikes from the ground, and Zangetsu isn't fast enough in this large, somewhat ungainly form to avoid them. One spears him through the back leg, another through the side of his gut.

"Fuck!!" A burst of energy is enough to blow apart the ice and this time, the energy is black instead of holy white. Now THAT was the real shit -- HIS shit! He could work with that! The wounds ooze for a moment before white goop explodes from them, quickly sealing them shut.