[There is nowhere to run from an awesome attack like this, so the rest of the Noise are polished off by either being cut open or having their wounds electrocuted. 707 flinches hard at the knife distinctly cutting into him at his throat - it seems to be going in, and hurts the same as such a mortal wound would. But this man is not mortal. He doesn't even bleed... that may imply a lot about the amount of damage he's already taken while pretending to mess around, like perhaps he dodged the previous attack because it seemed more necessary to do so. He even has enough voice to cry out in shock once he's simultaneously hit with that powerful voltage, that finally makes his steps stumble. But if they were hoping he'd finally kneel before them now, they'll be disappointed. He just gets his footing, takes a deep breath with those lungs of his that are still unimpeded, though his hand has gone there by one of his remaining shreds of human instinct.]

Haha. I probably deserved that... Don't hate the world for this though. For now, all I can say is: if you wanted a reckoning, you came to the right place.

[707's feet leave the ground, but it's not a jump. At first it just looks like he's floating, until his wings appear - unlike Coco's skeletal black ones, these are white, feathered, and clearly angelic.]

So, can I listen to your prayers one more time?

[Before this fight really continues.]