[Aziraphale appears, angry, tartan trousers tattered and tweed jacket torn. There is blood pouring down his face from a cut in his hairline and several bloodstained patches on the remains of his clothing. His wings are outstretched, huge and feathery and white with little black speckles everywhere, kind of like a snowy owl's wings. And his is bearing a sword. It's not just any sword. It's large and simple and on fire. He shouts something in enochian (for those able to understand angelic language, it translates to, "This ends here, beast.") and lunges forward with a huge burst of speed (thanks to his beating wings), leaps into the air with his flaming sword ready to plunge into whatever it is he's attacking. But he's knocked back against the wall before he can do any damage to his victim and the angel goes slack and fades from view.]
Aziraphale's - The Dining Room