"Well, Agnese Martinez, I hope you are very good at healing... because there are about to be a lot of injuries," the vampire replied. He turned and called out, "What's the ETA on the Angelship?"
"One minute at most!" another called back.
"You're sure it's Angels?"
"Of course it's an Angelship. Nobody but the Angels would combine opulence with brutality so elegantly as to fit a gold-plated command-center-carrier combination with a fifty-foot-radius buzz saw on the top." The vampires continued their movement. The chamber they were in was empty save for Keilven and Agnese in forty seconds.
"What's going on?" Keilven asked, mostly to himself. "I'm going to the observation deck."
A loud humming came from beneath them. "What is that?" he asked, looking down. The noise grew louder. "What in t-"
He first lost his left leg; the plane shuddered violently as whirling steel disc breached the hull, Keilven, deprived of his leg, fell until the blade and was pulped, scattering his blood, guts, bones, and brains around the cabin and all over Agnese.
Gunfire was heard from outside; Duke Yang entered the cabin. "I'll hold the breech!" he called out as the buzz saw pulled away. An angel rose into the cabin from below.
He was seven feet tall with long blond hair. He was clad in gold-trimmed white robes with a silvery shield and a shining golden blade. His handsome face was marred by a sadistic grin. "The Duke himself! It's a pleasure to meet you!" he declared. Wings of light disappeared as he moved away from the hole in the floor, through which Agnese could see
the ship the vampires had referred to. 
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