You are at home, fixing dinner, when you hear a loud series of thuds at your door. You always eat with your forty-five loaded and laying on the kitchen table. You action it back and run into the living room to stand braced with the gun clasped tight in both hands, aimed chest level. The door bursts open and you see an angel charging in with a sword crackling with a white glowing energy. You fire twice. The angel takes two in the chest, one in the right lung, one in the heart. The being is kicked outside by the force. You see some other angels flying away in panic. You empty your clip and take another one now. Two dead angels. Two magic swords. Plus some nice shimmering robes and gold crusted sandals. You leave the angels on the ground and strip them of all they had.